54. Werewolf Hunter

Five Hundred Years Ago

For the next few days, the war between the tribe and the werewolves raged. Every man that could be spared took up arms and went into the mountains. There were a lot of deaths on both sides.

Ruby did not go back to the mountains after coming back with Maeve’s body. The look on Maeve’s mother’s face had torn her to pieces. The woman had lost two children to the werewolves in one day, and Ruby was the reason behind one of those deaths.

How could she dare to say they were not monsters?

She should be out there, hunting them down with fellow warriors. She should be the one to sink a dagger into his heart. Make him pay for taking Maeve’s life.

But her father had left her in charge while he led the warriors in the mountains. It was her duty to keep the community safe in his absence.

Deep inside, she knew nobody ever had to die. They could have banished the clan from the tribe. Maybe they would have accepted it and left peacefully. But now, there was no chance for