The Gift chronicles novel Chapter 1

 I woke up at 4 am, same as every day.

it was the prime time to sneak out of my pack's borders.

exit the territory through a patch of forest that the guards do not guard at 4:30 a.m.

I know that they don't guard that piece of land because I am the pack Gamma, the one in charge of training the guards, and also happen to make the schedule of perimeter sweeps.

I pulled up the black mask up to right before my eyes opened, which effectively covered half of my face.

I drank a smoothie made of 4 raw eggs, kale, and wolfsbane.

building up my immunity by drinking a little bit of it each day.

being immune from the effects of wolfsbane was my little secret.

I chugged down the smoothie, grimacing at the acidic taste of the wolfsbane.

I could feel my wolf growling at me from inside in anger.

She is such a bitch.

I walk out of the territory, and deeper into the heavily rogue—populated forest.

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.

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.

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? Ill 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, my tongue was ripped out by the rogue, and one of ear was broken but even if I could, I don't think I would have 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.

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.

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.

I stepped a few feet back, and he got pulled the dagger out of his side, stood up, and held the sword out in front of him.

I wondered if he had ever wielded one before, but based on his shitty technique, I would guess not.

He made the first move, swinging the sword directed at my neck.

Bold move.

I ducked, and kicked my foot out at his legs.

He was already unbalanced from putting all his power towards swinging at my throat, so he went down easily.

The sword slipped out of his grasp when he fell over, and I put my knee on top of his chest before he even knew what was going on.

I almost felt guilty for how easily he was taken down, but hey, you can't say I didn't give him a fair chance.

I ripped his heart out of his chest, and he instantly died.

Ugh.

The blood was sure to stain these leggings.

kak 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.

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.