Page 2 of The Alpha's Huntress

She let out a howl in pain before dying.

I removed my staff from her chest.

I press the button again and the blade retracted back into my staff.

I also removed my dagger from the other wolf’s heart.

I held my dagger and staff in one hand and my bow in my other hand.

Before leaving, I left my calling card.

I took my dagger and cut an ‘R’ in the center of their foreheads.

Now that that’s out of the way let me introduce myself.

So, meet me.

My name is Artemis King. I am 19 years old. I have long jet black hair and pale green eyes.

There was also one last thing I forgot. Oh yeah. I hunt werewolves.

I don’t hunt all werewolves, just rogues. The wolves who have been exiled from their pack.

Don’t get me wrong, I know a lot of good rogues.

The way to tell the difference is their eyes.

Bad rogues have red eyes, good rogues have gold eye color. But every wolf is too on edge to check before killing.

All the good rogues I’ve met left their pack because their Alpha was ruthless and beat them just because they were Omegas.

Out of all the nasty, ruthless wolves I’ve met, Alphas are the ones I hate the most.

All the wolves know me as Robin Hood.

Cheesy. I know

I am nothing like the Robin Hood in the fairy tales.

No one has seen me without my mask. And I plan on keeping it that way.

Before I knew it, I was met with a familiar house.

I live with my grandparents.

My parents died when I was just a year old, by werewolves. It’s why I’m a huntress.

I have only one thing from them. A gold coin. I keep it around my neck at all times. Even when I’m hunting rogues.

I entered my house. I saw my grandma, cooking and my grandpa was outside making arrows.

“Hey grandma.” I set my bow on the kitchen island.

“Now what did I say? No weapons at the table.” She pointed to my bow.

I removed my bow from the island and said my apologies.

“Where’s Midnight?” I asked.