The Werewolf Bounty Hunter
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'Grim', 'Reaper', and 'Grim Reaper' these are the names I am known by now. My name used to be Josephine or Joey Steel as I much prefered but that all changed I changed.
I was hated among my pack mates because I was a weak little Omega meaning that I was the weakest of the weak.
There was only one man in my life that actually made me feel like I meant something and he betrayed me like all the rest.
I now work with the council as a bounty hunter/assassin.
Meaning that me and my partner Rick track down or hunt down as many like to say and then take down 'bad guys' in the supernatural world and turn them in to the supernatural council for them to face punishment not only that but we kill those who are so bad that they don't deserve to be taken in.
Though my job is hard and has nearly gotten me killed on several occasions I am now stronger than I ever had been before and I am a widely known enforcer for the council.
Now because of the work I have been doing both for the council and the supernatural world the king and queen of the Alpha world want to throw me a party for something or other for both me and my partner.
But now I have to face the man who I once loved along with my ex family.
Not only that but I have to deal with the demons from my past and having to keep a very special secret hidden and I have to guard my heart so I can never feel the pain I once did.
Join Joey on her journey as she fights to keep her heart safe and the secrets of her past hidden.
(A/N: I know really crappy summary but read it and decide for yourself if you like the story or not.)
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