Hurt

Eric

I was raised to despise and kill hunters.

When I was a teenager I lost my father, he was killed by hunters. It's in my blood to despise them, to kill them and to get rid of their existence so my people won't be threatened by them. No good can come from them. They are killing machines that have no feelings for the werewolf or regards for my people. They are people who I need to wipe out completely so that we can survive. These hunters are relentless the more I kill them the more they appear but this is the first time they are bold enough to come to park border.

They will hunt us down and kill us off when we least expect it usually when my people go out partying in town or when families go out to resorts or the beach in town that is when they will strike. They will killed any werewolf that cross their part not caring about gender, race or even age, if they come across even babies they kill them. They dispose of the bodies so nobody will ever find out what they do and question their judgment.

When I was ten, my dad started to train me. He taught me the basics of hunters. What they did and how they think. He drilled it into my mind that they just kill I didn't believe him because I thought they has to be some good ones. Meanwhile they do nothing else but to kill. When I was eleven, he taught me how to kill one. He showed me the basics of that. I went through so much training, so much hardwork and quick decision making that when I was just thirteen years old I was a fierce warrior.

I hunt hunters one at a time, I don't like to hunt two or three at the same time. I like to take my time one and not worry about the other. If I see one on my way to hunt another, then just maybe I'll kill it if I have the time, but other than that I will kill the one am meant to kill.

I have killed a lot of hunters in my life after the unfortunate accident, more than any werewolf in the whole world that is still living. I have killed the most hunters in the world. You need a hunter killed, I am there. I have killed strong hunters, weak one, smart ones, clever ones, big ones, small ones. You name it, I have killed them. They will do anything to live, say they have family, promise they won't kill werewolves again and some with pride will eventually call you nasty names and curse you out.

I don't get attached and I don't hesitate to kill them or even torture them. These hunters are you devious so if I hesitate for a split second, they can kill me. They don't think if you have a family at home or people at home waiting for you to come home, they just kill and kill and do some more killing.

That's exactly what happened to my dad. He become soft and think for a few seconds and that is when they strike.

My dad has killed over one hundred hunters in his entire life time. More than any person in the world, in history, in anything. He did the same thing I do because he was the one that taught me. Don't hesitate, or you will end up dead. Well, he did end up dead because he hesitated. He was thinking, he did not want to kill this one. He was going to let this one go.

But when he did, the hunter turned around and snapped his neck then stabbed him with a knife laced with wolfsbane on his spine to make sure she killed him. The hunter that killed my father was a woman, very innocent looking woman. She pleaded for her life that she has little kids at home that she is a single parent and the reason she was a hunter was because her parents forced her to join the group when she was just a teenager but if my dad spared her life was going to live town and never look back and my dad believed her. He showed her mercy for the first time in his life but killed him brutally before I could get to him.

She killed him right there in front of me, before I could run towards them. She has already stabbed him. I was distracted by my dying father so she used that opportunity to run.

I later killed that hunter. I tracked her and stabbed her in her spine just like she stabbed my dad. After stabbing her she couldn't move, I tortured her, cutting her piece by piece until she could no longer scream again. Then I cut off her head and burned her body. I continued tracking, continue tracking hunters I know of.

The killed my dad, my dad who taught me how to fight, taught me everything on how to be a good warrior. My dad was a good alpha to his Park, a good husband to my mum and a good father to me, yes he was scary looking and was very huge but he was a good man.

My dad was the best person in the world. He the my favorite person and I lost him to the hunters, hunters that are killing machines. The hunters causes chaos then they will pretend that they are good human being and good people, that is why I hate all humans because you won't know the one who has the intention of stabbing you in the spine

I won't let any of the hunter that are in my border live to see the next day.