1. Meet Me

Artemis’s POV

There was three rogues closing in on me.

All of them were in wolf form.

I was completely out of arrows.

I’ll I had was my bow.

You think I’d be scared, but I’ve been through worse.

I few yards away I saw something shiny.

My dagger and staff!

The rogues cut off my belt and holsters. So my stuff fell out.

The rogues kept growling and snarling at me.

“You think I’m scared of you! I’m not!” I yelled.

That was a lie, but there’s no fun in telling them that.

I dropped my bow.

One rogue leaped at me. I dodged it at the last second.

I jumped and rolled to my staff and dagger.

I held my staff in my left and and my dagger in my right hand.

The rogues soon turned fearful, but concealed it.

Another rogue leaped at me. I hit him with my staff and stabbed his heart.

He died instantly. My dagger was silver and laced with wolfsbane.

The other two rogues were showing their fear very clearly now.

They started to whine and backed away from me.

I threw my dagger at one rogue. It pierced his heart.

The last rogue looked horrified.

She didn’t want to die.

But I could tell by her red eyes that she was an evil rogue.

I took my staff and pressed a button on it.

Which resulted in a silver blade coming out at the end of my staff.

I took my staff and stabbed the wolf’s chest.

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.

“She’s in your room waiting for you to get back. She missed you.” She replied.

I nodded. “Thanks grandma.”

I went upstairs to my bedroom. I opened the door and saw my rottweiler asleep on my bed.

“Midnight.” I whispered. I tossed my ripped holsters on the bed.

Her head shot up. She ran to me and jumped into my arms.

“Did you miss me?” I asked.

She barked in response.

She has her own way of communicating with me. One bark for ‘yes’, two barks for ‘no’, and three barks for ‘you’re stepping on my tail.’

She has black fur. All of her paws are light brown, same with half her face, and she has a large patch of white fur on her chest. She had light brown fur above her eyes and inside her ears.

I put her down and looked in my mirror.

Everytime I hunt rogues I wear black army pants, black combat boots, a black leather jacket with a hood underneath, and black leather gloves.

Oh, and my black mask that covers from my forehead to the tip of my nose.

I always use perfume to mask my scent.

I use cheep perfume, but it still smells good.

I only use it when I go out hunting.

I went into my bathroom and took a cold shower.

It actually feels really good. Especially if you come back as a sweaty mess.

I came out and put on a sports bra, a dark blue T-shirt, and gray shorts.

I took my holsters from the bed and made my way downstairs as Midnight followed.

My grandparents were at the kitchen island looking through some files.

“Grandpa, the rogues today ripped my holsters. Can you fix them?” I asked.

I handed him the holsters. He looked them over.

“Yes, I can, but you need to learn how to fix them yourself.” He replied handing me back the holsters.

“Wait why?” I asked.

“We have some news.” My grandma said.

“Alright, what is it?” I asked.

“You have to go to Canada. There’s a place near pack’s territory that have been overrun with rogues, and the pack isn’t strong enough yet, to take them down. They need help that where you come in.” My grandpa explained.

“Canada!? That’s so far away. Are you sure I’m ready to that far away from you guys?”

“You’ll be fine. It’s just until you can get the rogue problem under control. If you run out of arrow you know how to make more.” My grandpa pointed out.

I sighed. “I don’t have a choice, do I?”

“Nope. Here’s the file for the pack you’ll be living near.” He handed me a pale yellow file. “You leave in a week.”

I nodded and took the file. I went to my room and started to fix my holsters.

After that was done I started to look through the file.

It had a picture of the pack’s alpha and what his wolf form looked like. Also of his beta and Third in Command.

He had dark brown hair and one eye was brown and the other was blue.

His wolf was completely brown and his ears were black.

His name was Alpha Blake Lockheart. His Pack’s name was the Midnight Fire Pack.

Mateless

I’ve seen a lot of hot alphas but he’s definitely top 3.

I put the file away and started to pack my stuff.

I’m leaving in one week.

Let’s hope I don’t have a run in with this alpha.

He’s known for killing hunters.