Crouching low on the bark of a branch high up in a tree I reached over my shoulder for an arrow. Raising my bow I watched two werewolf packs battle viciously. The only sound that filled the air was the noise of ripping flesh. I narrow my eyes as an injured wolf came limping from the battlefield. It could barely walk and fell at the foot of my tree, whimpering in pain. I aimed my bow down at it ready to end its life, but for some reason I couldn't let go of the string. The wolf raised its head, dull green eyes met mine. Its eyes held so much pain. They wolf involuntarily shifted back and I gasped seeing a young girl no older than 13. Tears fell down her face as blood ran down her leg, from a huge bite wound. The sound of an intimidating growl ripped through the air and I jerked my head to the right seeing a large brown wolf with bloody claws and red stained teeth. It snapped its teeth and growled once more before running at the poor girl. She screamed unable to move as I drew back my arrow. Releasing the string the wolf dropped dead in a matter of seconds. Looking down at the girl who was curled tightly in a ball shaking I thought to myself, 'Why did I just save her life?"
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The Hunters MateWerewolf
Being a hunter and a werewolf at the same time, does not always work out. For instance when you meet your mate. Upon meeting your other half you should be smiling, happy, and clean, not bloody, growling, and injured. Being a hunter and a werewolf is...