Wolf's Huntress

Chapter Two

This chapter contains elements that some readers may find uncomfortable. Please read with caution.

Ruth's POV:

I never told my adopted parents or sister about my past or how my parents were hunters. They were clueless the whole time. However, I ran into the former hunter trainer a few years after being adopted. They survived because they had never killed a supernatural in their life. The trainer was a great fighter and could hold their own against another human, but for some reason, they could never give the finishing blow to a supernatural being. That man, Stephon, trained me in secret. After I got the photo of the man, I went straight to Stephon, who confirmed my worst fears.

A werewolf, the gamma of a local pack, took Anita. I hoped it was a mate bond and that they were enjoying the prolonged mate bliss, so I snuck into the pack territory. It wasn’t hard to do as the pack was small and poorly defended. It might have been that most of the hunters were wiped out just over a decade ago, and most of the packs were on good terms with each other. Either way, it was too easy for me to slip in and find the gamma’s house. There, I saw him with his mate. A she-wolf that wished she looked half as pretty as Anita. And between them, my sister.

Naked, bruised, cut, and bloody on the floor and being whipped. The she-wolf couldn’t get pregnant, so they decided to kidnap my sister and have her be the forced surrogate. When Anita failed to get pregnant, they beat her. That was all I needed to see and hear. I broke into the house, knocked out the she-wolf while knocking out a few teeth, and then subdued the gamma with a wolfsbane dart. Wrapping Tia in a blanket, I walked her out while dragging the gamma by the ear.

That was when the alpha showed up with a few warriors, ready to take me out. I explained to them how my sister was kidnapped, raped, and beaten by his gamma. After demanding that punishment be handed down, the alpha laughed at me in my face. My rage knew no limits then as I pulled out my silver dagger and used it to slit the gamma’s prick in two. I then took a page from my sister’s book and lied as my sister and my lives depended on it. I told them how my parents were the most excellent hunters of all time and how their skills were passed down to me.

I was a one-woman army that could easily take out their entire pack in one night. The alpha believed every word and allowed me to leave with Anita in tow. We got back home, and she was immediately taken to a hospital. I called the hunters who were still killing werewolves and gave them all the details I had about the tiny pack. And just as I had promised, their pack was wiped off the map within a single night.

That was about ten years ago; my sister was never the same. I only had enough in me to finish my associates before I secretly started making hunter connections. I wasn’t the only one who left the faction due to the former leader’s son. Anthony was a tyrant and changed things up to fill his needs. He kept the hierarchy but changed who was in the two tiers and added a fifth. A servants class basically, and yet they were still considered of higher rank than the Mud Born. Which he still classified me under despite having left him and the faction.

I was working at a bar when I learned that werewolves, vampires, and fae were always kidnapping humans. Claiming to be fated mates only to use them for one reason or another. Most of the time, however, they were mates. But because their partner was human, they were seen as lesser beings and abused openly. That was when I came up with a protection program for humans with supernatural partners. I started my own bar with the help of the others on my team. We even got a few “disgraced” witches to join us.

The process that I made up was simple. Those who walk into the bar and need help order a Blue Moon Cocktail. Ordered with sugar means a child is involved, and on the rocks indicates that the one they are escaping from is a high-ranking member like a gamma or beta. A lemon twist means that I’m dealing with an alpha. For those who call when they can’t get to me, they ask for the thirteen wings combo. Each sauce was specially named for a different creature, and the spice level indicated their high ranking. We would then separate the human from their mate, perform a ritual to break the mate bond, and magically alter their appearance and scent before finding them a new home elsewhere.

The program had a rocky start, I won't lie, but after a few years, things ran smoothly. Sadly, Anita was never the same. She was in the hospital for a while and in therapy for longer. My bubbly sister lost her passion and love of the world. And at one point, she even tried to end things when the nightmares got too bad. I found her in time, thank the heavens. She still lives with our parents, and I have a place not too far away.

I set up a room for her to stay with me when she couldn't be with our folks. It took a long time, but her thoughts of hurting herself stopped, and she could go out in public again. Though only if Dad or I are with her. Her few true friends weren't sure what to do to help, and the guys ensured they were never alone with Anita because they didn't want her to be afraid of them. We eventually settled into a new normal, and she was able to get a job working from home. Just as things seemed to be calming, I got word that a new wolf pack was planning on moving in where the old one that I had gotten wiped out years ago.