Werewolf Hit Man- There's A New One

This is my first FanFic so I can't make any promises that it'll be any good. Please review! Good or bad, either are loved!

Note: I'll be changing between POVs of Elena and Rylie. I don't mean to confuse any of you.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE WOMEN OF THE OTHERWORLD CHARACTERS! THEY BELONG TO KELLEY ARMSTRONG! THE ONLY CHARACTER I CREATED IS RYLIE. (BUT SHE'S NOT IN THIS CHAPTER)

Prologue (Elena's POV)

I crouched down beside the body. It was kinda obvious how he had died, his neck hung at an unnatural angle.

I inhaled. He reeked of woman's perfume. My sensitive nose picked up no other werewolf scent other than his. I sighed and stood.

"Damn. He reeks," Clayton complained, waving a hand in front of his own nose.

"Tell me about it. All I can pick up is that perfume. Just like the others. Who the hell is doing this?"

Clay wrapped his arms around my waist and put his chin on my head. "I dunno Darling," he drawled, "It's the fourth one this month. Not that I'm complaining. Saves us the trouble of taking out these Mutts. Someone else took it upon themselves."

He was right. Someone was killing these Mutts. And they weren't random Mutts either. They were all man-eaters wanted by the Pack. This time it was Ramon Santos. His family used to belong to the Pack, but they left when Jeremy became Alpha. This Mutt was wanted on many cases of man-eating. He'd also tried to kill one of our Pack brothers, Reese, and frame it on him. The brains behind the scheme, Liam, was still MIA but we hadn't found any kills matching him so we assumed that someone- possibly this unknown hit man- took care of him too.

"Did you find the note Darling?" Clay snapped me out of my train of thought. I shook my head to clear it.

I stepped out of his embrace and walked towards Ramon. I leaned down and picked up the tell-tale sheet of pink paper. In elegant script it read, Ramon Santos, Ex-Pack, Wanted for man-eating. You're welcome Elena. It was dated Thursday, August 25th, 2011 at 11:37pm. The time of the kill. Just like the others.

"I know this is hard to believe, but I think we're dealing with a woman Clay."

His jaw dropped, "No offense Darling, but I don't think a woman is capable of this."

I hit him upside the head. "Some taken, thank you very much. But look around Clay," I motioned around the cabin room, "It looks like a romantic dinner. They all did. And look at the writing. It's way too elegant for a man, offense intended. Even the perfume all over the bodies. We're dealing with a woman. And a werewolf at that."

He nodded slowly, putting two and two together in his head, "That would explain the perfume. Mask her scent so the Mutt doesn't realize he's dealing with a werewolf." He walked around the room slowly, "She comes over and while he's got his back turned, she strikes. He'd never expect it. Next thing he knows he's dead." He swore loudly.

"Ya. Just what I was thinking. This woman is targeting man-eating Mutts only. So I say we use our noses and follow her scent this time."

Clay sighed, "Meaning you follow, I get rid of this idiot."

I smiled and kissed him. "That's exactly what I mean." And I ran out the door.

I thought to myself, Okay. So we're dealing with a female werewolf hit man. I smiled to myself, There's a new one.

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