She belonged to the current generation of Werewolf hunters. For centuries the hunters had kept the rogue populations in Check. Though they posed no threat to Were clans neither were they friendly.
She was a thoroughbred hunter. Brave enough to venture alone into deep forests and deserts.
All life was sacred to her. She was at peace with herself for killing rogues as she knew how great a threat they were to human kind. At present she was visiting the Were council with her elders. Rogues had become a problem these days. Humans and were clans were both at risk. The council was deeply concerned. She was attentively standing behind her elders, giving her protection to these respectable men & women. Her eyes were fixed on the main exit. As the door opened she smelled very delectable male fragrance. She had never seen a more handsome man before. He had raven black hair, pale skin and blue eyes, a perfect specimen. He fixated his eyes on her. Their intense gaze interlocking, as if they were the only two persons on Earth. His lips were mumbling "mate". Can she be mate to this beautiful person. He strode confidently through the crowd. Approaching her he looked silently into her eyes and took off her gladiator mask. Her long red hair falling freely on her shoulders reaching her back. All eyes were mesmerized by her beauty, the pale skin, hazel eyes and perfectly sharp features. The handsome man leaned forward and kissed her. She felt sparks all over her body. The man smiled. His canines were out, he marked her then and there sealing her fate forever.