The Werewolf Hunter's Secret

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

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

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

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

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