The Wayward Mate

I'm a hunter. A supernatural hunter. My life took a drastic turn when I was sent to assassinate an alpha family in Spain and was caught. This is just the start of a turn of events that turn my life upside down.

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1. Prologue

 

“And now you've grown up, with this notion that you were to blame, and you seem so strong sometimes, but I know that you still feel the same.” Boyce Avenue, Broken Angel.

 

They say one mistake can change your life forever.

Throughout my life I’ve heard that saying many times, but I’d never given it much thought. I’d failed to see how true it actually was until the day it applied to me.

It only took one decision on my part, one slip, one second of reckless behaviour that had turned some harmless fun into something fatal.

And then after the realization of what you did dawns on you, comes the “if only’s”.

If only I had listened to my parents.

If only I hadn’t wandered off at the carnival.

If only I hadn’t walked into a hunter’s ambush in an alley.

If only my parents hadn’t come to save me.

If none of those things had happened, I wouldn’t be suffering the way I was today—my family wouldn’t be suffering the way they were today. If none of those things had happened, I wouldn’t be a pawn in a war and my family wouldn’t be suffering for my mistake, my twin brother wouldn’t be dead, my parents wouldn’t be broken and locked up in the basement, my sister wouldn’t have been raped, broken and scared and I wouldn’t be a killer.

I was taken when I was eighteen, for ten years they trained me every day, all day. It was all I did. I was sent to Japan for the entire time, learning from Master Hayao. I was taught Taijutsu, Kenjutsu, Bōjutsu, Sōjutsu, Naginatajutsu, Kusarigamajutsu, Shurikenjutsu, Kayakujutsu, Hensōjutsu, Shinobi-iri, Bajutsu, Sui-ren, Bōryaku, Chōhō, Intonjutsu, Tenmon and Chi-mon;  the ways and skills of a ninja. Cliché right? The ultimate spy, the perfect assassin, the most ruthless mercenary, an undefeatable hunter. A life of lies, espionage, sabotage, infiltration, and assassination; a life I never wanted and never will.

 On my twentieth birthday, the day I stopped aging, I was sent back to Russia and given my first mission. You see, all supernatural creatures are immortal we don’t age at all, we stay the age we were turned or if we were born this way we grew to our strongest and stopped aging. I was born a wolf.

I couldn’t do it though; I couldn’t go through with it. I couldn’t pull that trigger and kill an innocent sixteen year old girl in cold blood, I couldn’t look into her eyes and watch the life drain from her. I couldn’t do that to her family, friends and newly found mate. I wouldn’t do it.

At my return I was taken into custody and locked in the basement, where I was tortured for months on end- all because I wouldn’t work for the hunters to kill my own kind.

I finally snapped when they made me watch my baby sister, then, an eleven year old child, get raped by a thirty year old man. Only then had I agreed to do whatever they tell me to if they left my family alone, and the hunters stayed away from them all.

On my second mission the hunters overestimated my ability and nearly sent me to my death.

I was told to kill the alpha of the πολεμιστής λύκοι pack, a warrior pack who was heading the insurgence against the hunters. It was a big mistake to send me, only a young werewolf, to assassinate a seasoned warrior with over a century of experience more than me, let alone an alpha male. Safe to say that I failed; I barely got away with my life, and added to my collection of scars. Rieker, the head hunter, was not pleased to say the least—both with my failure, the injuries I received and the fact that they got a blood sample so they could identify me in the future, if they were smart enough that is.

After a week in critical condition I healed fully and was taken, once again to the basement- I thought they would repeat the punishment for failure. Instead my twin brother, my little brother, my own flesh and blood, my best friend, was shot at point blank range in front of me, looking me in the eye with total love and forgiveness. He was withering on the ground in pain and I could only watch as I was held back by silver chains and ten men; there was no way for me to help. That was the price I paid for failing.

As they hauled his body away like a slaughtered cow, a blood trail snaking across the floor after his unconscious form, Rieker decided to give me a lesson on emotions- something no spy, hunter or assassin should never show or let alone affect a mission. He bought out my mother and whipped her to an inch within her life until she and I were begging for mercy. Her screams as the whip was ruthlessly bought down against her naked back as she pulled with all her strength against the silver chains will forever be etched into my mind.

I was begging for her torture to end as I ruthlessly killed every hunter standing in my way. No matter how hard I fought, no matter how many I killed, they continued to pour through the door like a tidal wave and before long I had fifty unmoving, lifeless hunters laying in a pool of claret gore. My mother was lying there, unconscious and motionless in a tarn of her life lifeblood with raw, seeping lesions covering her back, her fiery red hair limp around her in a tangled, clotted mess. I stood there horrified at both what I had done and what they had done to an innocent woman, while Rieker stood at the door, clapping slowly and sarcastically, with an arrogant smirk plastered on his obnoxious face.

It was later today that my brother had died and they’d fed his body to the rouges.

From that day I became a cold hearted killing machine—a solider, an assassin in this never ending war and the ultimate weapon.

That was almost exactly two hundred years ago and now at two hundred and twenty it’s all I know. Trained for ten years, killing for two centuries, I’m the best in the game with a success rate of only five out of nine hundred and ninety-nine missions failed or aborted—including my first two.

Who knew that this would happen?

I didn’t. 

 

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Taijutsu [unarmed combat]

Kenjutsu [sword techniques]

Bōjutsu [stick and staff techniques]

Sōjutsu [spear techniques]

Naginatajutsu [naginata techniques]

Kusarigamajutsu [kusarigama techniques]

Shurikenjutsu [throwing weapons techniques]

Kayakujutsu [pyrotechnics]

Hensōjutsu [disguise and impersonation]

Shinobi-iri [stealth and entering methods]

Bajutsu [horsemanship]

Sui-ren [water training]

Bōryaku [tactics]

Chōhō [espionage]

Intonjutsu [escaping and concealment]

Tenmon [meteorology]

Chi-mon [geography]

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