The Maine Hunter Chronicles

Every ten years a new one is selected. They are chosen to protect the world around them. Ales Tantorn has been chosen for Maine, and only Maine; the state of hidden evil. She had no Idea what was happening that unfaithful night that a monster was drawn to her to deliver the message she needed in order to survive. The beast, a pure-blood werewolf on a heart spree, had climbed up the tree outside her window and went into her room. The werewolf clawed her across her face while she was sleeping, waking her up, and it rumbled out a Latin chant that translated to ‘Guardian of this domain, you are summonsed to protect the land you live on and keep the evil away from the mortal souls’.
Ales had been terrified, but once the chant went trough her head completely, it was like a switch going off. She ignored the pain in her face and punched the werewolf in the throat. The monster gagged and rolled off of her as she reached for the silver necklace she had placed on her bedside table. Ales jumped out of her bed and strangled the werewolf with the silver chain. When she was done, Ales packed a bag and left her warm, California coast home for the cold of Maine. Ales never went back, she was Chosen at fifteen, and now it’s been four years. Her family looked for her for two years, but being a smart girl, she had died her hair, got it cut, bought contacts, and moved to Maine. Ales had followed through with her destiny without any trouble… Until now…

(The information I use in this story is mainly what I have learned over years of watching the TV show SUPERNATURAL. There is some info that can be brought back to BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER and ANGEL.)