Selene'sPOV
I glanced at the simple yet elegant gold watch that say upon my wrist, watch checking the time, if not I could be out here for hours on end lost in thought and making my shots perfect, I've been doing this since I was 10, and I mastered it better then anyone I know but, no shot was perfect for me not since the incident.
The time read 7:15 I promised myself "one more" then I would head back to the house.
My eyes never left the target, as I reached back to grab an arrow from my quiver, I took note of everything that could interfere with my kill as if it was real. As I nocked the arrow, it's flight path was already forming in my head, between the branches, over the rocks and right into the tree I pulled the string back, all the way past my ear, letting the tension build in the arrow before I released. I raised the arrow to meet its flight path, and released. The string snapped forward with the force of 50 punches
And did I miss?
You bet your ass I didn't, not to sound cocky but I never do, it was merely impossible to cut through a arrow with another but, the skill was like a 3rd nature to me.
I reached down grabbing my quiver when I heard a twig snap in the distance, my stomach turned and flipped, I felt the hairs on my neck stand up and quietly I placed the quiver along my shoulder and pulled out a arrow just in case it wasn't a bunny or deer.
I stepped forward holding the arrow at the string ready to strike if anything dares to mess with me.
Just then a tree rumbled and a low growl erupted,
A smile made it was into my face.
"Afraid of a girl with a bow and arrow, oh no a big bad rougue would cower behind bushes and growl at the innocent." I fainted knowing what ever it was would show itself at me calling it a coward.
Just then a brown wolf stepped from behind the bush and after that two more poured out.
"And it even brought back up." I spoke as if I was speaking to someone. That earned me another growl.
"Well I have a delicious breakfast waiting at home so can we get this over with." I smirked showing no sign of fear and I wasn't faking it I was honestly not Intimidated by these rouges.
Just then the brown one leaped at me and before it could get even a centimeter closer I shot my arrows right between it eyes I knew the force of the arrow hit its brain it dropped to the growl struggling in it side before it went stiff.
I smiled pulling another arrow from my quiver but
I didn't get to position it another wolf was already leaping at me I ducked down on one leg and the rouge began to jump over me just then I took the arrow in my hand and sliced it's under belly drenching me in blood and guts.
I took an arrow from my quiver once again and was preparing for the third attack and I looked around to see my grandpa's fighter one in particular his 3rd in command Callum. He was in his wolf form and his jaws were calmed down around the rouges neck.
He hovered over his kill for a bit and I bowed in submission before he shifted back to his normal self.
"I covered your ass." He smirked knowing I could have handled it in my own.
"Looks like you need to cover your own." His eyes traveled down and he pulled my jacket from around my waist covering his business
I just laughed and we walked back into the pack house. Once we were in my grandma immediately was by my side.
"Oh Selene I was so worried why didn't you call for help." My grandmas concerned ended in a scowl.
"I could've handled it by myself." I narrowed my eyes at Callum.
""The only reason we keep getting rogue attacks is because of her."
The sharp accusation cut through the air like a blade. I froze where I stood, the coppery scent of blood thick around me, mixing with the rain-soaked dirt clinging to my clothes. My breath caught as the pregnant woman stepped out of my grandfather's office, her hand protectively intertwined with her mate's. Her eyes, cold and narrowed, raked over me with judgment before she lowered her head in a forced bow toward my grandmother and me. Submission, yes—but not respect.
The bitterness in her stare lingered like a burn. Her swollen belly, the way her mate stood close, tense and ready to defend, said it all. They thought I was the danger.
The door creaked again.
Grandpa stepped out, rubbing a weary hand down his face. I watched, heart sinking, as the edges of his brown hair seemed to turn a shade grayer in that moment.
He looked exhausted. More than that—he looked defeated.
"Ignore her," he said gently, forcing a smile that didn't reach his eyes. "She's just a worried mom, thinking about her unborn pups' safety. She didn't mean it."
Didn't mean it?
I could still hear her words echoing in my mind like a curse.
My fingers trembled at my sides, the blood crusting on my palms sticky and dry now. Callum stood beside me, half-naked, scratches across his chest, lips thinned with rage and concern. And yet, Grandpa looked at us like we'd just stumbled in from a stroll in the woods, not a battle. Like it was normal for his granddaughter to come home with blood on her clothes and tear-streaked cheeks.
And maybe, to him, it was.
But I couldn't pretend anymore.
Tears burned behind my eyes. I blinked rapidly and turned my head, refusing to let them fall. I wouldn't give the others in the pack that satisfaction. They already saw me as a threat, a curse. I wouldn't let them see me weak too.
For so long, I'd wondered why the rogues kept coming. Why we, the feared Silver Stream Pack, were suddenly targets. Why our patrols were constantly overrun, why warriors were getting injured, why mothers were afraid.
And now I knew.
It wasn't because Grandpa was slipping in his Alpha duties. It wasn't because the pack was weakening. No.
It was me.
The realization settled in my gut like poison.
I was the granddaughter of Nathaniel Blake, once a name that sent shivers down every rogue's spine. My father had kept that legacy alive—fierce, unyielding, untouchable. The Silver Stream Pack was feared, respected, legendary. But when my father died, everything shifted. Grandpa took the mantle again, and we remained strong. Yet still, the rogues came.
And I had been too blind to see why.
They didn't come for the land. They didn't come for the power.
They came because of me.
Because I wasn't just the granddaughter of an Alpha.
I was a wolf hunter.
A girl who would shift not into a majestic wolf of the moon, but into something far more dangerous. Something unnatural. Something they feared.
The knowledge burned in my chest. Every time I fought to protect, it only drew more danger. Every time I shed blood for the pack, it painted a target on their backs.
How could I stay when my very presence was the reason innocent lives were at risk?
I straightened my spine, swallowed the lump in my throat, and stared straight ahead.
"I'm leaving," I said, the words quiet but clear.
The silence that followed was deafening.
Callum's head whipped toward me, disbelief flashing in his golden eyes. My grandmother's hand flew to her mouth, her lips parting in a silent gasp.