INTRODUCTION
My name is Kacela. I am twenty-one years old, and I am a werewolf hunter. And I have a secret.
I am a werewolf.
I was raised in a family of werewolf hunters. My father, mother and older brother are all werewolf hunters, and I made my first kill when I was twelve years old. I am trained in weaponry and hand to hand combat as well as other skills that I use in the field, like tracking. I’m also exceptionally good at finding werewolves who don’t want to be found using a variety of techniques, but mostly common sense and computer skills. It’s a family business and it keeps us well employed and financially stable. We move around a lot because of it.
The day before my sixteenth birthday, my mother announced that she and I would be taking a girl’s only weekend trip. I was really excited, and I remember packing my favorite trainers, skinny jeans and crop top thinking I was all that. Instead of the fancy resort with pedicures and massages I was expecting, mom took us to a cabin in the woods that she had rented for the weekend. She popped a DVD in and we spent the day watching rom-coms and eating junk food. It was a good day but wasn’t exactly the day I was expecting.
That night I shifted. I started feeling weird after the sun went down and I didn’t know what was happening. My mother looked terrified, not knowing how to help me since she wasn’t a werewolf. My bones broke, healed and then rebroke, and my body contorted in ways it had never done before. At the end of the night, I lay on the floor in front of my mother, exhausted having no idea what had happened to me.
The next day we sobbed together, and she told me that she had met my father, my biological father, in the woods one day while she was hunting and had fallen instantly in love with him. They had met several times, and each time she had the intent of breaking it off, but it never happened. He finally explained to her that she was his mate. Even though she was human, she could still feel the mate bond and that’s why she felt so in love with him. One day she was going to meet him, and she felt an indescribable pain. When she got to their meeting place he was not there, but her husband, my father, was. He had killed her mate. He never found out about her affair.
She made me swear not to tell my father about my wolf, telling me that he would never be able to love me anymore if he knew my terrible secret. I promised, not wanting to tear apart my family and feeling intense shame and anger towards what lived inside me. We returned from our weekends, subdued and resolute. I took up my part of the family business with gusto, never feeling guilt for killing what was now my own kind. In fact, it was an obsession. I needed to kill as many werewolves as I could to atone for what lived in me.
I was eighteen when I met my mate. I was tracking a werewolf and I had intel that he was at the local high school. I enrolled myself as a new student and went in, intending to locate him and then eliminate him. Turns out he was the one that was my mate.
I told my family that he had left the school and moved to a neighboring state. I continued to attend the school, acing my math classes and spending as much time as I could with David, keeping him a secret from my family. I had warned him that my family was hunting him, but he wasn’t worried. We made plans to leave and run away together and to find a pack that would take us both. He reintroduced me to my wolf, Dali, and taught me not to be ashamed of that part of me. And then my father killed him.
We had made our plans and we had finalized them. I had gone home to pack some things and pick up the money that I had stashed away. I borrowed my brother’s Prius and was driving down the highway when the most intense, awful pain hit me. I pulled over, curled into a ball, and cried from the pain. I thought I was dying.
When I got to our meeting place a half hour late, I realized why I had hurt so badly. David’s wolf was laying on the ground, my father’s arrow through his side. The pain I felt was the pain my mother described she had felt when she lost her mate. It was the pain of the bond breaking, a piece of my soul dying. I cried, buried David under a tree and grieved with Dali. Then I went home.
I returned quietly, saying nothing about my plans to leave and pushing Dali to the furthest corner of my mind, refusing to speak with her. I resumed my werewolf hunting with a vengeance, doing penance for going against my family and our business. I went after larger and more dangerous wolves, perfecting the art of werewolf hunting. I pushed myself, not caring if I lived or died, and wanting to destroy the werewolf in me in the process.
I trained hard and worked harder. Within a year I had requests all over the country for my services. I broke away from my family, forming my own business, hunting, capturing, and killing the world’s most dangerous and elusive werewolves. I was the best. The best werewolf hunter. And that still wasn’t good enough for me.
KACELAThe phone chirped at my hip. I ignored it. I was currently in Chicago, sitting at the airport, watching my next target. He was a wolf that was really good at embezzling money from humans and then skipping town when it started to get too hot. It took me months to figure out where he was currently, and it looks like I found him just in time. He was getting ready to skip again. I watched him go up to the ticket counter and check in with one of the budget airlines. I cursed. I wasn’t going to be allowed through security if I didn’t have a ticket.I pulled out my phone and ignored the three missed calls from my assistant and sometimes bodyguard, Emmett. He was fully human, absolutely massive, and he was also tons of fun to be around when I got lonely. He called again just as I got online to buy a ticket somewhere. I sent it to voicemail.I purchased the first ticket that popped up on my search engine, not paying attention to where it was going. I didn’t intend on boardin
KACELAI stepped out into the bright sunshine, shielding my eyes and looked around. Spotting what I was looking for, I ran across two lanes of traffic and cut in front of a couple who was wrestling three huge bags of luggage. I slid into the taxi that had stopped for them. “The Hyatt Downtown,” I told the driver. He looked in his mirror at the couple who were staring at me in outrage and then shrugged, pressing on the gas and driving away. I settled back into my seat and my phone chirped again.“This is Kacela,” I said. Emmett spoke, sounding irritated.“Finally, you answer,” he said in a deep whine. “What do you want, Emmett?” I asked. I needed to pack up my room and leave the city. I didn’t think there would be too much uproar for a person who left a wolf dead in a bathroom, but you never know. Most likely they will want to question me after they review the video of the terminal. There’s the matter of two of us entering the bathroom, one leaving and a dead wolf being left
KACELAHe answered on the second ring. He sounded mildly curious, but not irritated that someone was calling him so late. I wondered if it was a regular occurrence.“Mr. Jones. Kacela Thompkins returning your phone call.”“Ah, yes, Miss Thompkins. Thank you for getting back to me so timely.” He was polite and there was nothing that set off any red flags for me. “I’m sure your assistant filled you in on the situation?”“Not really,” I said. “I was traveling so he just texted me your name and phone number and told me that he thought we could help each other out.” I paused, weighing my words before continuing. “I hear you need a pack eliminated?”“Yes,” he said. “I’m a business owner and I. . . “I interrupted him. “Mr. Jones, I don’t particularly care about your reasoning. It sounds like you think you have a problem. I can help.”He sounded wary. “I really would like to explain myself, Miss Thompkins. I don’t want you thinking I’m doing this because I get some sort of wei
WYATTI was sitting at my desk in my office when my assistant pushed through the door and stood quietly, waiting for me to finish my conversation with one of my lumber suppliers. I smiled at her and acknowledged her presence. She bowed and waited.When I was done with the conversation, I hung up the phone and looked at her, waiting for her to speak. She had a few files in her arms that she brought forward and lay on the desk.“Sire, the head of your security would like to have a word with you. He is waiting.” I nodded and took the files, opening it up. The top file was thicker than the one on the bottom. I recognized the one on the top as a businessman in the town near my village. He was crooked and someone we had been watching for quite some time. The second file was thinner. Curious, I opened it and saw a full-page photo of a beautiful woman.She had glossy black hair that was pulled to the side in this photo. She was laughing at something someone said off camera and her
KACELAThe contract came back quickly, and even though I felt that something was off with Stephen Jones, I signed my portion and had Emmett file it. I knocked off early for the day, ordered some takeout and went upstairs to pack. Emmett had looked up the average temperature of the town I was going to be staying in and it looked like hoodies, leggings and jeans were going to suffice. Three flights and twelve hours of travel time later found me in the back seat of a car Jones had sent for me. It was a three-hour drive from the airport to the lumber mill. I was going to meet Jones first, then be taken to my little apartment that Emmett had procured for me. I was ready for a shower and a nap; traveling is my least favorite part of my job.“Are we almost there?” I leaned forward to talk to the driver. So far our trip had been very quiet. He had started to make small talk, but I discouraged it and just watched the scenery as it sped by. I found it exhausting to try to talk to someo
WYATTI was tapping my fingers impatiently, waiting for the phone calls that were supposed to be coming. I was usually a lot more patient, but these phone calls were thirty minutes overdue. Earl was sitting in the chair opposite my desk waiting with me. We were trying to figure out how to deal with this threat.The phone finally rang and I switched it to speaker. “Nellie?” I asked.“Yes, my king. I also have Jason here.” Jason was the driver for Stephen Jones, also one of my subjects. “Hello, Jason,” I said. “Hello, My King,” he answered. “I’m happy to serve you.”The kid was so formal. I looked up to see Earl smirking. He rearranged his features when he saw my glare. “Please report on the girl,” I said. Jason cleared his throat.“She’s pleasant enough, but untalkative. Most people jabber my ear off or want to talk the entire time. We sat in silence. No radio, nothing. She didn’t even wear earbuds.” I smiled. Jason was one of my younger Lycans, still aging in appear
KACELAI was dropped off at my new apartment by the driver of the car. While I signed a few papers and got a key from a nice older lady, the driver unloaded my suitcase and the trunk that contained all my weapons. “Just leave them there,” I said. The driver frowned at the stack on the sidewalk. “Mr. Jones said to help you get them into your new place.”I shook my head. “You got them here. Leave them.”He nodded, tipped his hat to me and then got into his car, slowly driving off. I looked around and then put the key into the lock, opening it.I stepped into a small foyer that contained a landing and a steep set of stairs. My apartment was located above a small florist shop, one block off from the main road. My entrance was to the side of the main entrance of the floral shop, located in an ally. It was quiet and private. No one would be able to observe me going in and out. In a large city, this entrance would be dangerous but in a small sleepy town, it was ideal.I dragged m
WYATTAfter Dr. Burst had left, Earl and I sat in silence, him tapping on the computer looking for more information about Kacela. I just sat. His phone rang and he answered it speaking briefly to the person on the other end. He disconnected and spoke to me.“I put a couple warriors on the girl. Alec is watching her tonight. He just called. She’s left for the diner.”I looked at Earl. “Do you want to. . . “He nodded and stretched. “Let’s go.”We took off our clothing, stuffing it into a backpack and then we shifted. Earl put on the backpack, and we took off, running for town. By car, we lived an hour outside of town. Running in Lycan form got us there in seventeen minutes. We shifted back, dressing quickly, and then I blocked the view so that Earl could pick her lock. He was quite handy, using one of his claws instead of tools. I mind linked Alec to let us know when she was on her way back.We relocked the door at the bottom but left the one at the top of the stairs ajar