“Whatever's asked to me I perform. I rip through the rain into the eye of the storm, still carrying the flame, eye of the torch. Failure comes at a price I can't afford.”  Avalon, Professor Green.

“Your new mission details are in the packet. Fail and you know what’ll happen.”  I nodded, showing the man in front of me that I understood. He would kill my little sister if I failed this one, like he did to my twin brother.

Rieker is the head hunter of the Supernatural Hunters Association (SHA). We specialise in espionage, sabotage, infiltration, and assassinations. He’s been in this business forever. He was immortal, human, or so it seemed, but immortal. He’s a cold, ruthless bastard; exactly what got him to the top, what makes him so good at his job.

He looked after himself; he was muscular and fit, a few inches taller than me at 6’1”, with cropped brown hair and tanned skin.  He had chapped lips that were always pursed in annoyance, surrounded by a light amount of stubble and three slight scars on his face, two on his cheek and one just below his lips.

He had cold, calculating grey eyes, like a snake always watching, always waiting to pick out any mistake to punish me for. They showed no emotion, fear or empathy, no regret.

I sat in an old, scratchy chair that was placed in front of his desk as he watched me with those cold eyes. My hands twitched, begging to let me kill him. I could think of fifty off the top of my head.

A bullet to any major organ, a knife or the paper opener on his desk to any major artery, slit throat, impaled heart or lung, disembowelling, any of the poisons I carry on me, strangulation, a hit to the temple, Adam’s apple, ear, eyes or kidney; any of these places would result in his death within minutes because of my werewolf strength.

Unfortunately he had bargaining chips that were worth their weight in gold to him; my family.

“Your assignment is in Catalonia, we need the files from their pack house and the alpha female dead.”

I nodded and stood, collecting the packet he was holding out to me.

“You have two weeks. Make it quick, clean and untraceable. If you are seen dispose of all witnesses and if you’re caught you know what to do.”

I nodded again and walked out of the office.

This is my life now: a cold, heartless killer.

I walked into my plain white room and grabbed a duffle bag from out under my bed. My room looked more like a guest bedroom than my bedroom. It was almost white with a plain double bed with cream cotton bedspread and pillows, white lamp, a plush cream chair, two windows on the west and north facing sides with bulletproof glass, a high ceiling, bedside table and wardrobe containing both my clothes and weapons.

I opened my wardrobe and packed my clothes in; mostly consisting of jeans, boots, plain shirts and my mission gear; split-toed tabi boots, trousers with double-ties which fasten at the ankles, knees and waist, and a scarf that serves as a mask and hood, all in black.

I only packed enough for a few days; I wasn’t planning on sticking around after I’d gotten the files and assassinated the target.

I packed few weapons, mostly multipurpose, nothing that I couldn’t conceal on my body. They were necessary because it was too messy to shift. Rieker wanted it done clean, inconspicuous and fast.

A few knives of different lengths and builds, Shaken which are small metal blades used for throwing, a simple Glock 19 because I loved killing up close and personal and Dokubarinage that are poisoned metal needles for throwing. I didn’t need much else because the best weapons I had weren’t guns or knives, but my bare hands, claws and teeth.

The smell of leather engulfed me as I slipped my favourite black leather jacket over my holster, swung my duffel bags over my shoulder, grabbed a roll of hundred dollar notes and walked out the door, intending to load up the car and visit the basement before leaving.

-

“I’ll be back and I’ll make them move you to a room with a window.” I said to my sister, gently running my hand through her limp, knotted brown hair. Lauren looked like my mum with big cobalt eyes that looked up at me with doubt and sadness. She’d gone mute since that day seven centuries ago. Now her once fair, rosy skin looked pasty and she looked starved; she no longer looked alive, a shell of the girl she had once been.

Someday I will get her and my parents out of here, even if it’s the last thing I do because I got them in this mess and I will fix my mistake. At times though, I felt like it would be better to let them die; put them out of their misery quickly and painlessly.

As I stood up, Lo grabbed my hand, silently pleading for me not to leave her.

I shook my head and tried to smile, but it didn’t feel right and I just couldn’t bring myself to be happy around her—not when her life was like this because of my mistakes. “I’ll be back in a fortnight.”

‘You’re going to kill someone aren’t you?’  We had a mind link, but she never used it. This was the first time in seven centuries; ever since the day my twin, Dan, died.

I didn’t say anything and just strode out of the door.

‘I-I love you.’

‘Love you too.’ There was no point telling her to stay safe, she had no control over that.

My footsteps echoed in the cement corridor as I emerged from the basement, which was used to hold prisoners and had interrogation rooms. There was an armoured black SUV waiting outside the front door with my bag already inside.

The scent of leather and the lemony smell of cleaning product assaulted my sensitive nose as the car sprung to life and I watched the coming and goings in the compound, letting the engine warm up.

The main hunting compound is in Blagoveshchensk, Russia. It was a huge stone mansion, about as big as a football field with three stories consisting of the living area, bedrooms and basement. It’s on its own private street since it’s got a huge five hundred metre pool, training field, garage, gym and driveway. It takes up over twelve acres and it’s all surrounded by a fifteen foot stone wall and an iron gate at the only exit. The compound is heavily guarded to keep both people and supernatural creatures out. It kept prying eyes away and prisoners in. From the outside it may just look like a snobby rich academy, but looks can be deceiving.

The car sped out of the monitored compound gates and I floored the pedal, relieved to be away from Rieker, terrified of leaving my family with that monster.

-

Reaching the outskirts of Catalonia after a four day drive, I felt drained. I wanted to sleep, or kill the next person to try to stop me.

The car came to a stop as I sat outside the small one bedroom safe house that I would be staying in until I’d finished the job. It was located on the outskirts of the woods, five minutes from the pack house; perfect for my mission.

The car door closed with a dull thud and the weight of the duffel bag on my shoulder shifted as I walked towards the front door, scanning for any disturbance. I fully intend to sleep for a day and then take a shower before reading over my assignment and doing recon.

The key would be hidden under a huge blue glazed pot that no normal human would be able to lift, though it was a piece of cake for me.

The safe house has a unique design and is fully functional as a one bedroom house. It had a bedroom, bathroom, living room, attic and kitchen all in one with two sides covered in reinforced, bullet proof glass and three exits. It was a functional, small and unnoticeable.

I rested my duffel on one of the two grey chairs sitting in the small, mismatched room, made sure that the door was locked and climbed into bed. I was out like a light in seconds.

-

“Oh fuck off!” I groaned as my phone went off.

“You better have a very good reason to disturb my sleep.” I hissed into my phone.

“There’s been a change of plan, kill the alpha family and get the files. Don’t disappoint.” The dial tone sounded as Rieker hung up.

So much for a simple hit, I now had a whole family to take out and the whole pack to avoid afterwards, because rest assured, they would be out for my blood afterwards.

Checking the time profanities fell from my lips as I jumped out of the small bed, hitting my head on the roof. I’d overslept and I still had to prepare for my hit. The corner of a brown folder stuck out of bag so I grabbed it and flipped it open.

#83628 Rosy Sterling

Name: Rosy Sterling

Age: 25

Relationship: Mated.

Pack Status: Alpha Female of the Piedra de la Luna Pack

There was a close up photo of ‘Rosy’ with a group of other people who she shared similar features to her; her family. She had platinum blonde hair, pale rosy skin, slight dimples and bright sky blue eyes. She looked happy, light, carefree; everything I’m not.

Pack info: Piedra de la Luna is the largest pack in Spain, with one hundred and thirty-three pack members spanning the Iberian Peninsula. Their main pack house is located in Catalonia, Spain in the heart of the forest. The pack house contains a hard drive with files on every pack member and notoriously dangerous rogues.

As usual the file contained more information on her habits, interests and dislikes as well as whom her friends, enemies and allies are and other pieces of information that may be helpful to me as well as every detail of her past. She met the alpha when he travelled to England on business three months ago.

My new mission now involved killing thirty- four innocent wolves, therefore ripping a pack apart and furthering the hunter’s advantage against super naturals, well the werewolves at least.

Picking a bottle of hair die out of my bag I walked into the tiny, pristine, white bathroom. I’m going to have to figure out how to kill thirty-four people and make it clean and untraceable—not the easiest task, not impossible though.

The cold water hit my overheated skin and I cursed, my skin breaking out in goose bumps. A cold shower wakes me up almost as well as training and I didn’t have time right now to hunt down a few roges.u I’m meant to see and not be seen, though it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to gain their trust, it’d make it quicker and easier and I’d be able to get back to my parents and Lo.

-

I was now Alexandra Lians, a sixteen year old girl from Moscow, just trying to escape hunters. Alexandra had dirty blonde, wavy hair, plain brown eyes and pierced ears; nothing like me. The contacts are easy enough to wear, comfortable, but I couldn’t keep them in for too long so I had to be quick and careful.

The quickest way to get into the pack would be to play the sympathy card. They would find me under a tree, bloodied, cut up and naked. The cold water cut off as I twisted the knob and I dried myself off with an old towel from next to the shower.

Since my knives are silver it will stop my healing process so I will still have the cuts when they find me. My knives are so sharp that it’ll cut through bodies like butter so I only needed to apply a small amount of pressure for it to break the skin. Usually when someone is cut, it only starts stinging a little after you’ve been cut, silver, on the other hand, burns like fire and stops a wolves body from healing. It’s the reason why hunters use silver.

I walked outside with a silver knife and blocked the pain as I ran it over my arms and legs, making them deeper on my stomach. They wouldn’t scar since I had been exposed to so much silver and it didn’t scar as severely anymore.

Taking a deep breath I pressed the knife into my cheek, the stinging intensifying and making my eyes water a little. I blinked the tears back quickly as I took the knife off. One thing Rieker had never done was harm my face, I was something to parade around and damaging my face would only serve to make it easier for witnesses to identify me. I quickly retracted the blade and rolled up my sleeve. This was painful but my life depended on how realistic I make it look, at least silver didn’t affect me like other wolves; prolonged contact leaves them screaming in agony. I quickly pressed the knife into my stomach, creating a huge gash, enough to draw blood but not enough to kill me. I needed to be believable and if they were too shallow they’d heal before they found me.

After locking up and hiding the key back where I found it, I stripped down and shifted into my large, midnight black wolf. Lifting my muzzle and scenting the air I took off running towards the Piedra de la Luna pack.

-

The sun shone down on my pure black fur, highlighting the ebony patches as I sped through the forest with ease, dodging boulders, jumping over moss- covered branches and rolling through fallen leaves. I hadn’t gone for a run like this in years. Unfortunately since I had wounds on both my face and body I was slower than usual with mass amounts of blood matting my stunning fur.

As I approached the border I slowed down and looked for a huge tree past the boundary line.

There was a huge fig tree sitting fifty meters past the border with huge roots sticking out of the ground. Perfect.

I shifted back, and stumbled past the territory line, falling under a branch, sprawled out on the ground so I looked like I’d passed out. Thank god that I wasn’t running from anyone as I was feeling a little off with all the blood loss.

I lay there for what felt like forever, but was probably only twenty minutes until I heard footfalls and growling in the distance. I lay limp, keeping one eye on the approaching males.

They were all big, strong and intimidating. They were clearly mad that a rogue was in their territory, no matter how injured. Packs and rogues did not mix as many had gone mad and were rabid. Rogues were subdivided into two categories based on this; lone wolves, wolves who have been kicked out or don’t want a pack and rogues, rabid mutts who would kill anything that moved.

There was the popping and cracking of bones as the lead male, a large marbled wolf, shifted and threw on a pair of denim cut-offs. “State your business rogue or die!” He boomed. This was the alpha based on his aura of power and authority; he had long curly black hair, gorgeous brown eyes, tanned skin that showed his preference to the outdoors, a very well defined body; six pack, chiselled chest, firm arms—the works.

“I- I escaped from,” I panted and shook with fear. “H-hun-nters. T-they cut me w-with s-silver.” I let my head fall back and I applied pressure to the wound on my stomach.

He watched me uncertain until I groaned, applying pressure onto my stomach as blood pooled around me. “Alert the pack doctor, this one needs help.” The alpha said picking me up and running towards the pack house.

I let myself hang limp in his arms as he ran towards the pack house.