The Archer And Her Wolf

Chapter 1 Thea

I crouched quietly behind the large boulder, adjusting myself so I had the best view of my target. I pulled my bow from behind my back and notched an arrow, scanning the woods with focused eyes. I heard a tree branch snap and my entire body shot to the left, zeroing in on the two large men who were engaged in a hushed meeting. One of the men was Hugo, my target. The other was probably one of his sleazy co-conspirators.

I strained my ears so I could listen in on their conversation. I wasn't a werewolf, I didn't have supernatural hearing, but thanks to my Alpha lineage and some intense training, my senses were more than human. Hugo was ordering the other man to do something he didn't want to do. The man was reluctant but eventually agreed. I narrowed my eyes on the mystery man as the two broke apart and ran in opposite directions.

I knew my target well. Hugo would go to his usual hideout so I could easily track him down later. I knew nothing about the man nor his assignment, which was undoubtedly sinful. I made a split second decision to follow him instead of Hugo and figure out what he was up to.

I tossed my bow over my shoulder and silently ran off after the mystery man. I followed him a short distance before he slowed and broke out from the cover of the trees. We were near a park just outside of the busy human town. I grumbled, I hated dealing with the humans. I wasn't exactly dressed inconspicuously with my hooded red cloak, tight black jeans, and red tunic. Not to mention the black quiver and bow slung over my shoulders.

I pulled up my hood, carefully tucking my raven colored hair behind my shoulders and covering my pale face. I pulled the cloak around my bow and quiver before stalking the edge of the forest. The man was making his way through the park, seeming to have a specific target in mind. I spotted a vantage point on the other side, on top of a small hill overlooking the park. I ran for it, hiding myself behind a thick oak tree and taking aim. I followed the man's movements.

He was creeping towards a small child who was playing alone in a sandbox. There were two women sitting on a bench in front of the box, watching him closely. The boy looked up, like he was sensing the impending danger, and I caught a glimpse of his face. I knew immediately that he was a young werewolf, as were the two women with him.

The man approaching them was a viscous rogue who wouldn't think twice about murdering women and children. Lucky for them, I never thought twice about killing vicious rogues. I pulled back on my bow just as the women jumped up. They saw the rogue wolf and knew they were in danger. They yelled for the boy, I was too far away to hear his name. The rogue smirked and I released the tension on the string, sending one arrow soaring through the air.

It hit its target, tried and true. Slicing through the rogue's heart with its silver tip. The smirk froze on the man's face as he clutched the arrow, dropping to the ground like a sack of bricks. The women gasped, looking around for the source of the arrow. One of them ran towards the boy and scooped him up, cradling him protectively to her chest. Three men came running over then, also werewolves, just in time to see the rogue's body disappear into thin air. The enchanted arrow sent him back to my homebase for identification and confirmation of the kill.

I stood up and ran back towards the woods, sinking into the darkness. I would leave it to Base to discover the rogue's identity and why he was after that boy. I had to get back to my objective, Hugo. It was a twenty minute run to his hideout, an abandoned cabin in the middle of the swamp. I climbed the tallest tree next to the cabin and perched on a large branch, waiting to see what Hugo's next move would be.

"That idiot got himself killed before he could complete the mission." Hugo's voice startled me from my nap.

I snapped up, readying an arrow and searching the ground below. It was dark out now, well after midnight if I had to guess, and Hugo was standing on the front porch talking to someone.