The Alpha and The Vigilante novel Chapter 2

I walk out of the territory, and deeper into the heavily rogue-populated forrest. When I first began sneaking out to kill rogues, I was ten years old. Now, at age 18, the unclaimed land was less populated with rogues. Many have heard rumors of a demon who comes in the early hours of the morning and kills rogues without a second glance. Some are still brave enough to try to live here, because if they can remain undetected by me, they can live on a land with few other rogues, which would be ideal for them. Rogues don't tend to like other rogues, and fighting for resources is often a source of conflict for them.

I walk around the forrest for a few miles, and do not detect any indications that a rogue has been anywhere near here.

As I turn around to start walking back to my pack's territory, I hear a branch break from about 1000 feet from my left. My extremely acute sense of hearing never let me down.

I turned to my left, and without hesitating, flicked my wrist and summoned a dagger. Ah yes. Daggers were my weapon of choice. I preferred the intimacy of killing someone up close. Although, I definitely still appreciated other weapons like swords, bow and arrows, and even medieval weapons like a morning star bludgeon.

I couldn't see a rogue, but I trusted my instincts and threw the dagger, hard, to my left where I believed the rogue to be located.

I heard a yell of pain, and sprinted after my dagger. Sure enough, 1000 feet away, a male about the age of 25 was withering in pain on the ground.

"What the fuck did you do that for? I'll kill you, bitch!" He said, the dagger lodged in his left side. This was certainly not a lethal blow, so what was he whining about?

I couldn't answer him, but even if I could, I don't think I would have. Not being able to talk, though inconvenient at times, was how I preferred it. Violence says more than words ever can.

I summoned a smaller knife than the one I launched, only about 3 inches long. I held the knife in my hand in a fighting stance.

The rogue just laid there in confusion, and fear. "You, but you, your Gift is knives? That's not fair! All I can do is sneak up on people!"

I motioned for him to get up. If he wanted a fair fight, he could have one. I wouldn't kill him on the ground, before he even stood a chance. He still doesn't have a chance to kill me, but he wouldn't have any way of knowing that.

I summoned a long sword for him, and handed it to him, tossing my knife to the side. I didn't need weapons to win.

If he looked confused before, he was the epitome of it now. He probably didn't understand why I was arming him when he were about to fight to the death. I'm not a monster. If someone is the better opponent and can kill me, than they deserve the right to do that. Besides, I was bored, and fighting unarmed against an armed rogue was always sure to be entertaining.

I seamlessly snuck back into the territory, and still had an hour before I had to meet with the rest of the pack leaders, including the Alpha, Beta, and Delta.

I showered, and changed into a new set of the exact same clothes I put on just a few hours ago. I light the clothes soiled in blood with fire in my backyard, and stomped out the ashes.

Putting my cloak and mask back on, I exited my house. I preferred to always wear those, as the amount of scars and damage done to my face and neck often drew unwanted attention. I also liked looking incredibly closed off, as it often warned people away from me. Not that pack members saw me as approachable anyways.

I walked the short distance to the Pack House, where the Alpha resided, and where I used to live until I received the Gamma position.

My parents were murdered when I was a baby by rogues. Luckily, since my dad was the Gamma, Alpha Wilson took pity on me and let me live in the Pack House, and he took me under his wing. He had a son only a few months younger than me named Sebastian, who would be taking over his father's role as Alpha when he turned 21. It was customary as per pack tradition for him to step up and be the Alpha once he turned 21, unless he challenged his father for the title early. Obviously that wouldn't happen, but it's worth mentioning. I only became the Gamma after killing the former Gamma when I was 13 years old. I don't regret it. Pack positions are able to be won by a duel to the death, and being Gamma was in my blood. He only got the position because he was the Delta when my father died and no one bothered to challenge him for it. That is, until my 13th birthday, when I challenged him knowing that I could win. Alpha Wilson was the one who encouraged me to challenge him, as he knew I was capable enough to beat him. After all, I had trained my whole life for it.

Everyone was surprised when a 13 year old girl beat a 30something year old Gamma, and it was the first time a girl had been inducted as the Gamma.