A hunter’s life was never an easy one; not only were they raised and conditioned into the violent lifestyle, but they were coached to be willing to take their own lives if they were compromised. It was the golden rule, as far as hunters were concerned. If there was any chance of one of them becoming a danger to others they would be required, by the hunter’s laws, to prevent the disease from spreading; such as werewolf bites. For many, there was no option with what they had to do, it was incredibly well ingrained in them to believe that they were doing themselves a mercy, as well as other hunters and possible victims. However, this was not the case when a young huntress found herself in a distressing situation. Oh no, she embraced what she had become, all in order to take revenge. Little did she know, she was becoming the very image of the beast the hunters preached to their kind; a vicious, bloodthirsty creature. ~~~ …show more content…
There was no way to prevent the dark, black smoke from creeping along the forest floor. Every tree it passed, every brush or lush plant soon began to wither and die in moments. As the all consuming darkness drew closer, the female began to realize her feet were connected to the ground. It was almost as if her feet were frozen in place. Something beneath her clung to her, condemning her to the dirtied, cold ground. The blonde haired figure fought at the invisible restraints that claimed her body. With a second to spare she was finally released; her body burst forward into a fierce sprint. Long, golden curls trailed behind her as she ran, her form appearing almost feral as she attempted to run for her life. It was then that she ground to a halt, instead of her stood an enormous, power wolf. Power radiated from the beast; she had to make a