Prologue: Let Me Tell You a Story
Some call me Child, some call me the Huntsman, and a very select few call me by the name I was given – a name that was thrown onto me when I was nothing more than a lass, caught up in a world that was far above my then limited range of knowledge. I was twelve when it happened. But that was nearly a century ago, and a lot has happened since then. I have grown up, but not old. I have fallen in love and fallen in line. I have cared deeply and cared naught. I have been found, forgotten, and abandoned. I have survived. What am I? That is a wonderful question, my friend. I am your worst nightmare and your deepest desire. I am a contract killer, a werewolf, and at the moment a waitress at the oh-so-classy establishment by the name of Racks Racks Racks – and yes it is considered a titty bar by most of high society, but hell, I have to pay the rent somehow.
Now that I have your attention, let me tell you the story of how my life was royally fucked over by the only bastard brave enough to come after me … and fall in love.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of the Mercy Thompson/Alpha and Omega series.
Hey All! I hope you enjoy my story. Read, Comment, and Enjoy! -CG93