The White family is infamous for mass murder—the mass annihilation of female wolves and the most powerful packs in history: the Blue Wolves, the Gold Wolves, the Dark Wolves.
Selena's ancestry was drenched in blood and murder. Her family knew no forgiveness for wolves, living by their unyielding creed: to hunt them to extinction.
It was why they now hid among the trees, cloaked by the darkness, silently observing the pack below in the dead of night. Their camouflage blended seamlessly with the shadows and branches, weapons loaded with silver bullets gleaming faintly under the moonlight.
Selena White stood among them.
The White family name invoked terror in the hearts of werewolves. It was the ghost story whispered at night—the one you didn't believe until a door shut on its own.
For the past hundred years, there had been peace, following the great massacre led by Selena's father. Back then, the White family had waged war against the most powerful packs, nearly driving the werewolves to extinction. Since then, the creatures of the night had become myths, lurking in shadows, their population withering.
But ten years ago, new packs began appearing, their numbers swelling overnight. It was as if they were fleeing something far more terrifying, only to wander straight into the jaws of death.
The White family had been quiet for decades, their name fading into obscurity—until tonight.
Selena watched as their bait—a lone human—stumbled into the enemy camp. Two werewolves standing guard approached him, their eyes glowing, fangs bared in the moonlight.
"A human wandering around at this hour?" one sneered, his grin sinister.
"It's not too late for a midnight snack," another chuckled, his voice dripping with malice as more guards emerged from the shadows.
The bait raised his hands in mock surrender, and the White family observed in silence, their hearts steeled.
Then, in a flash, the bait triggered the bomb strapped to his chest.
The explosion tore through the air, obliterating half the guards. Chaos erupted as alarms sounded, wolves scrambling in confusion. It was exactly what the hunters needed. Silver bullets sliced through the night, accompanied by growls and agonized howls.
Selena sprinted through the trees, her movements swift and calculated, leaping silently from branch to branch. Her target: the Alpha of the Brown Pack.
As a high-class wolf assassin, she didn't bother with lesser wolves. Alphas, Lunas, Betas—these were her prey.
The Beta appeared, tearing through her men with savage ferocity. Selena paused, watching intently from her perch as he sank his fangs into one soldier's arm, bones cracking beneath his jaw. Another soldier fell, his throat ripped apart in a shower of blood.
When the Beta lunged at a third, Selena seized her chance. She launched herself, her silver blade gleaming in the moonlight as she aimed for his heart. Twisting mid-air, she drove the blade straight through his fur, piercing his chest.
The Beta howled in agony, its massive paw crashing down on her ribs. Pain seared through her, nearly paralyzing her, but she held steady.
Her blade plunged deeper, through his heart, and out his back. Blood poured from the wound as the Beta collapsed, its weight crushing her beneath it.
Gasping, Selena struggled to free herself. Despite her combat training, her slender frame wasn't built to bear the weight of a wolf this size. Finally, she slipped free, her body aching and drenched in blood.
Perfect.
The stench of werewolf blood would cloak her scent, making her invisible to the rest of the pack.
She moved swiftly, her steps silent as she leaped from tree to tree. The moonlight illuminated a cliff where the Alpha and his Luna stood, cornered.
Her moment had come.
Dropping to the ground before them, Selena leveled her cold gaze at the pair.
"She killed him," the Luna whispered in fear, clinging to the Alpha.
The Alpha growled, stepping protectively in front of his mate. Selena noted their closeness, the desperation in their eyes, but her resolve didn't waver.
"You'll die for her?" Selena asked coldly, her voice sharp as the blade at her hip.
The Alpha growled low, his eyes blazing. "Don't kill her. Killing me is enough. Please..."
The Luna cried out, her voice trembling with emotion. "No! Please, don't do this! I love him—please!"
Selena's expression remained icy. "Love?" she spat bitterly. "What do werewolves know of love?"
Her voice shook with suppressed rage. "My mother was pregnant, happy, and in love with my father. They were human. Do you know what your kind did?" Her teeth clenched, her eyes narrowing into slits.
"You ripped a pregnant woman's womb open and tore her unborn child from her belly. You slaughtered her husband. So no, werewolves don't know what love is. You're nothing but monsters."
The Alpha lunged, but Selena fired her pistol, the silver bullet ripping through the air.
Time seemed to freeze as the Luna leaped in front of her mate, the bullet tearing through her chest.
Blood sprayed across the grass as the Luna crumpled, her lifeless form cradling her unborn pup. Selena's breath hitched, her hands trembling as the tiny pup slid free from its mother, crying pitifully.
The Alpha howled in anguish, his voice shaking the earth as he charged. Selena fired again, the bullet striking true. The Alpha collapsed, blood pouring from his wounds, but he dragged himself toward his fallen mate.
Selena watched in stunned horror as the Alpha curled around the Luna's body, his dying breaths mingling with the cries of their pup.
Her hands shook, her mind racing.
She had killed them.
A family.
Right before their child's eyes.
And for the first time, Selena felt the weight of her family's creed bearing down on her soul.