Better Than Revenge by A. J (i love reading TXT) 📖

Thantophobia

(n.) the phobia of losing someone you love

Samantha, 'Sami' Morgan was blinded by the cruelty of the world. She was a hunter. She hunted down rouge werewolves and vowed to keep hunting them down until each and every one of them would dissapear off the face of the earth. Why? Because they killed her family. All that mattered to her now was revenge and she would not stop for anything to get it.

But what about a mate?

I cocked my head to the side laughing at how incredibly weak my target was. He was staggering, trying to maintain his ground but failing miserably. I waited until he fell and hit the ground hard makin ghim go out cold. There was no heart beat signaling that he was finished. Another rouge killed. 

I didn't feel pleasure or any kind of happiness by killing a werewolf. But I did get the feeling that my mom, dad and brother were up there beacause of these little shits and they deserved to die. It was more like a rage. A fire burning inside me and killing every single werewolf was like the water to my flame. 

There was a sudden ruffling. I turned around alarmed by the sound. It sounded like a person, maybe even a werewolf. Before I could reach into the waistband of my jeans for the gun that I had bought along with me, there were a circle of werewolves around me. 

Maybe I can just kill them all...

"Hm... The Alpha's going to like this." One of the guys said advancing towards me. I fought him back evenly. I was outnumbered and I knew it. There was no way that I could fight around 15 people all at once. Before I knew it, I was met by darkness.

*~*

I woke up in a dark room. My hands were cuffed, leaving me no choice to leave the room what so ever. I struggled against the holds and tried to loosen the grip on my wrists. I'm pretty sure my wrists were bruised by now. 

"The alpha will be with you in a moment. Enjoy the last few moments of your life.

J

Publication Date: 12-11-2014

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