Macey Jacks

As an 18 year old girl, I should be out, partying on this Friday night. I should be having fun with my friends as we laughed and drank and screamed to loud music. Or maybe I should be sitting on a comfortable chair in front of a fireplace or by a window, reading a book that would soon lull me to sleep. Or possibly even going on a date with a boy, giggling at his attempts to be charming or funny.

That is, if I wasn't a hunter. As an 8th year hunter, I know that plan would have never been a good one. The chances of a werewolf attacking my home and killing me? I guess not that high, factoring in all the other optional victims. The chances of me risking my life based on statistics? None.

It was a full moon tonight and I was smart enough not to take my chances. If there was anyway I had left my scent at one of my victims death places, which was unlikely, then a skilled wolf could probably track it back home with me as its victim. However, any wolf could have the chances of finding me on a full moon.

So, here I was, waiting for the enemy to attack. And I was ready.

I locked my doors. I bolted my windows and I turned my lights out. Once that was done, I lined my windows in silver dust, already having silver weapons tucked in hiding places around the house. I recalled them in my head, making sure I missed none.

Knife under the coffee table.

Needle in all picture frames.

Darts on the tops of doorways, kitchen and bathrooms.

Gun under dining room table.

Gun in my bedroom, one under my mattress and one in my desk side drawer.

Dart gun, loaded, inside every pillow, safe inside the stuffing.

Gun on my right hip. Dagger on my left hip.

I just prayed to my mother that I would make it through tonight safely, living to hunt another day.

Once the sun had vanished and the moon was rising, I was rested in my living room. It was the safest place in my house, most windows being in the kitchen and a multitude of weapons surrounding me.

I counted them off one more time in my head.

I had been preparing for this day of the month since...forever. I was always prepared for full moons, ever since I had been introduced to this life style. The kills still haunted my dreams, making me frown.

Maybe if they didn't kill innocent humans, I wouldn't feel the responsibility to kill them. The stupid, mangy werewolves. I didn't like all the blood I had on my hands, wolves or not. Killing wasn't a pleasure for me, knowledge that I had saved many lives and kept my own was. The fact that I was an independent woman who made her own choices and stood by them was what made me proud of myself.

Not all the killings.

My mind began to drift, and just when I became unfocused, the unthinkable happened.

First, the long loud howl rang in my ears. It echoed in the night, splitting my heart in half.

I might not make it through this Full Moon.

Suddenly the howls grew. There was another and another, following the first one. The most powerful one.

Shit. There's a pack of them, along with an Alpha.

I first un-holstered my pistol, bringing it into my hands with my finger on the trigger. Not only that, but I pressed the speed dial 1 on my phone screen before I kicked it under the couch. It would only get in the way, and I needed the call to go through.

"C'mon. C'mon, c'mon c'mon" I chanted, holding my weapon ready. Waiting.

The howl came again, the angry and powerful one. It sounded different this time.

No howls followed, just silence. It was slowly driving me insane as every second took a minute to pass. My mind numbed, trying to go into overdrive. This wasn't supposed to be happening. What was happening?

Slowly bending down, I snatched my phone again. I locked it, shoving it into my back pocket.

It wasn't my smartest idea, but I felt the need to check. To check outside and see what was going on. It would be as simple as walking over to the back door and stepping out.

As simple as my death that would have followed.

My body jumped in shock, the gun snapping towards the back door that I had just been thinking about. A knock. A simple, loud knock that sounded as if my door should have broken.

I was breathing far to heavily, my body ready to attack yet my mind still numb. This wasn't supposed to be how it was, was it? The howls, they should have signaled an attack.

Another knock, this one far more urgent.

"Open the door." The command came through steady and clear. I took a step towards the door before forcing myself back.

"What the hell?" I breathed out. It was just a man? Had I imagined the wolves howling?

"Open the door, now!" The voice and knocking came again before a loud crash.

I held in my scream, holding my gun firmly as I pointed it into the kitchen doorway.

Heavy footsteps brought a large man standing at my gun point. He had broad shoulders that formed into a bare chest. Straight, dark brown hair hung just past his forehead. He was so tall that he was practically the height of the kitchen doorway.

"I've called off my pack," He growled. I could see his body shaking slightly, his muscles were tensed and his eyes seemed pitch black. It was probably just the dark room that made them seem so.

So he was a werewolf. "Pack?" I played dumb. He didn't need to know that I was fully aware on what he was. "What do you mean by that?"

He narrowed his eyes, mumbling something. I, being a master at reading lips, was sure I made it out correctly. 'She doesn't know?'

"Why don't you put the gun down?" He suggested.

"Get out of my house!" I commanded, making my voice sound weak and scared. Fall for the trap. Fall for it.

He immediately scowled. "Don't ever tell me to get away from you!" His muscles flexed and I saw his body go into an attacking position.

In a split second, I had fired the gun at his chest.

In a split second, he was lost from my view.

In a split second, I felt a sharp pain in my neck and hands on my waist from behind.

I gasped at the warmth of the hands and mouth on my skin, my head hitting back against a shoulder.

The pain was more than anything I could have ever felt, leaving me screaming and trying to shove my elbow back into the man. He didn't even flinch as my eyes got darker.

"Mine." The angry word repeated in my head over and over as I felt my limbs go numb and my body slump over.

I lost all sense of the world around me, leaving me in the dark.

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