The Alphas Hunter.

ONE

"As of yesterday night, Kasey Fields has been found dead two months after she ran away from home. Authorities inform us that the cause of death was a wild mountain lion, one which has yet to be captured. Police Chief, Ryan Mills advises us to refrain from going near the woods and to remain calm—"

I grab the remote from the coffee table and turn off the TV, "A mountain lion", I scoff in disbelief at the idiocy.

If only it were that easy.

Yet, I can't really blame them for believing those mindless theories; they don't know any better. They fool themselves with a false sense of security, giving simple solutions to complicated problems for the sake of sanity.

I understand why they do it, if I didn't know the reality, I'd be just like them; naive and oblivious to the truth; that the problem is much bigger than a simple mountain lion, bigger than the mundanes could fathom. They go by many names;

Werewolves.
Shifters.
Lycanthropes.

But in the end, it doesn't matter what you choose to call them, because they're all the same abominations.

As for the ones who sympathize with those creatures, it's needless to say that they will be treated accordingly. For a Hunter, there is no room for mercy or sympathy for they will not spare you the same. We are trained to be void of such emotions, to fight the weakness of compassion for those things because they know only one goal; death. Yet they try to deceive us by hiding in plain sight as mundanes, exploiting our need to protect and defend. However, their true nature reveals itself at night for they are slaves to the moon, unable to escape their primal urges.

It's their curse; their weakness but also their strength. When the lycanthropes shift into their natural form, everything is heightened. They have unmatched strength and speed; being able to rip through hundreds of mortals without breaking a sweat. Their hearing is magnified and they're able to hear a whisper from miles away. Even in their human forms, they possess these capabilities, making them a fearsome enemy.

For centuries they ravaged the land, killing anything in their path. Being such selfish creatures, they wanted to reign over everything, desperately to the point that they turned on each other. They killed their own in gruesome wars, leaving nothing unscathed.

The Shikari, were created to prevent such wars; to create peace. Their goal was cohabitation between the mortals and the wolves. To coexist peacefully. But the lycanthropes shifted into packs; while the Shikaris were left unaware. They became more vicious and power-hungry, they began to see the Shikari as a nuisance; one they had to rid themselves of.

Within the year, an Alpha King emerged, and at his disposal, well over 300 thousand lycanthropes.

Every Shikari was slaughtered, except one.

One who vowed to avenge his fallen kind, to protect mundanes from the ferocious and bloodthirsty beasts. And so he did, but no longer were we called Shikaris we were now known as Hunters, our only purpose being to kill the beasts of the night.

To kill the Alpha Kin—

"Alyla Winters, report to training grounds".

My thoughts break at the sound of my directive.

The training grounds.

With this motive, I glanced around the room briefly, my mind replaying memories that happened a year ago but were still fresh in my mind.

The once bright room was now so dull; the life being drained out of it. The curtains closed, never allowing a ray of sunshine to shine through, as if they knew of the loss held within these walls.