The hunters moved out of the way as I walked down to the steps. There were torches, lighting my path. My path to a new beginning. A new age for the hunters. A new kind of power. I was now in the front of the room. A high ranked hunter gave me Axel's cloak and his bow. Then they gave me my own weapon. A sword meant to kill the most ferocious beasts. A blade I plan to use. Then another hunter took my hand and cut it. Blood dripped down into a bowl.
The blood turned black, the most pleasant sign. I smiled, I have the power over a bunch of killers. I knew my cut would become a scar. A scar that symboled I was worthy. All eyes were on me. "Today, marks a new beginning. Werewolves will no longer destroy our villages! No longer kill our loved ones! These monsters will be punished. Axel is a traitor, his sister is a werewolf. A rebellious being. He joined her and left all the hybrids..." I paused. "Alive, now however they don't stand a chance! We will destroy every last pack or die trying!" I rose a fist in the air. Their were cheers! They all believed this propaganda. "Long live Niel!" The crowd echoed. They began to bow down. They knew there place. I would reign forever.
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WerewolfWerewolves have been going extinct. In order to save their population, they started an experiment. They create hybrids. People who are not born werewolves, they're bit. Sierra's life has been changed forever. She can never go back home. She can nev...
