The Alpha & The Ripper

Chapter 8: Escape Part 1

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!

Hope all of you wonderful people are having an amazing Christmas! I know I am! This is my Christmas present to you... ANOTHER UPDATE:) Yay!!!!

So, in the beginning of this chapter, you are going to read about Elsa, before she because the cold hearted girl she is now. Reminder, she is only 9 years old, but she use to have a different perspective on how she saw werewolves.

So don't go thinking Elsa is some weak, child! She is actually very strong at this age, but at this age, she actually had feelings and a big heart.

Thank you all who are still reading my story! Means so much!

Also, here is a picture of Karla:) Enjoy!

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~9 years ago (First Hunt)~

"Are you sure we should be doing this? This is a big job and this is Elsa's first hunt," mom asked dad, thinking I can't hear them as we gather our belongings in the basement, getting ready for my first job. I'm not going to lie and say I am happy about this... I am actually the complete opposite.

"She has to start at some point... and I hoping once she sees these things snapping at us, trying to kill us, then she will start to understand why we kill them." Dad explains to mom.

"I know it's just... I worry about her. She feels strongly that not all these things aren't dangerous, and I think she might grow up not wanting to be a hunter," mom says with a sigh. I just look down at the ground as my brother and sister gather our weapons into a bag. Shawn grabbing his dagger, Melissa grabbing her sword, while I hold onto my bow and arrows.

"I guess were just going to have to hope she starts to see things as they truly are," dad said, and then turns to look at us kids.

"Alright, is everyone ready?"

Shawn and Melissa both nod. I hesitate for a couple seconds before I nod once. My heart was beating rapidly from how nervous I am. This is my first hunt... meaning this is my first time killing a werewolf. I have never really seen one before... unless you count the ones that are in the books that we keep in dad's study.

"Alright, everyone hold hands and let's get this show one the road." Dad said, as he holds onto the teleporter with one hand and mom's hand in the other. Melissa takes a hold of mom's hand, Shawn then takes Melissa's and then I take Shawn's. He then gives my hand a squeeze and then a reassuring smile, letting me that everything is going to be okay. I smile back at him and just quickly nod. It wasn't long until I felt a weird pull, like I was being sucked somewhere and the next thing I know, I am in some old looking house that has dust flying everywhere.

I cough through it, taking my hand back from Shawn and try wiping the dust away from my face.

According to dad, there are about five rogues who have been spotted here. Dad says one for each of us... that really did not sit well in my stomach.

I take a step forward, wanting to walk around in curiosity when I felt someone grab my forearm and pull me back. I turn to find Shawn, getting a little protective over me.

"We stick together. No wondering off on your own." Shawn whispered, repeating the words dad constantly had to remind me. Only because I am the only one who likes to explore when I am in new surroundings.

"Shh!" Mom, dad, and Melissa all say at the same time. I forgot, number one rule when hunting... never speak unless it's necessary. 

It wasn't long until we heard growls coming from other rooms in the house. These must be the werewolves, rogues as my dad likes to call them. I hesitate at first but then quickly grab an arrow from my quiver and knock my bow. I was shaking because not only was I nervous, I was scared. Scared of these wolves, scared that I or my family might get hurt... and most of all, scared I wont be brave enough to do what my family expects me to do, and that's kill these things.