Shadowstep watched proudly as his mate gave birth to their heir and future leader of the pack. With a final push the infant was born. A high pitched cry echoed around the room. The attending nurse stood frozen looking at the infant in her arms. "I i it's a girl." Her voice was barely a whisper. Everyone in the room stood and stared at the infant in the mother's arms. Females are never born in the werewolf bloodline... until now.
time skip 15 years
(Shina's POV)
My father never loved me like a normal wolf should with his offspring. He was convinced I was another man's child. Until I turned 8. My first shift was before any others of my kind. From then on out my father could not doubt my mother's faithfulness. To bad it was already to late. She 'died' before my first shift. I was kicked out the pack afterwards.
I am average height, about 5'4. My hair is charcoal black and my eyes had always been silver. I have an olive tan from living most my life outside. My name is Shina. Mother once told me it meant moonlight. To her I was her moonlight guiding her through her dark times. I currently work as a hunter or supernatural assassin. It's not a good job but, hey I need to survive to. I'm pretty good at my job.
In my line of work I tend to meet up with reapers. My best friend is Grell. A over the top, red loving, drama queen. His great personality is really what a lone wolf needs. We had worked many cases together, especially if I'm a cause of death. I see Grell as an older brother, yes brother. Many that have met Grell seems to think he is female but he is defiantly a male. Don't ask how I know, just don't.
Many times I have Grell to count on. In a way he has became my pack. Many times I listen to him rant about a demon he met in the past. The Victorian age to be exact. The sexy Bassy as he calls the demon. Most the time he whines about how Bassy was never seen again by the red reaper. By the way he goes on about the demon I would say the demon avoids him.
(Grell's POV)
I sit and think about my Bassy. Shina had trusted me to keep watch as she rested. I look at the young lady. The first of her kind and yet exiled from her species. She reduced her honor and became a killer, and yet she still has a good personality. She is funny, sassy, outgoing, and very lovable. Despite her past she is willing to move on. She is even helping me find Bassy.
"Come Shina it's time for us to move on." She looks up from her pillow and yawns. "Morning Grell." I watch her stretch out her back and get ready to go. Last night we happened upon this abandoned cabin. We are currently looking for a rogue that has been killing hikers. When we are ready to go we say a small prayer. As we head east by Shina's lead we soon come to the rouge's killing ground. "What a terrible smell", I shudder at the smell. "That's the smell of rotting flesh. Odd rouges normally eat their kills ." Shina has a weird aura about her and I knew we were in over our heads. If only we brought Undertaker with us.
(Shina's POV) A/N italics are thoughts
Odd, Sister wolf do you sense anything? Sister wolf looks at me and smells in my mind. I do the same, nothing. Then I hear rustling. "aaaagh" I turn to Grell's scream. There's our rouge. A cat, more like a tiger. Weird. Not stopping to think I turn into my wolf self. The rouge turns to me and attacks. The tiger latches onto my shoulder and I us this to my advantage. I rear up and twist my neck. Snagging the tiger's neck and effectively slamming the tiger to the ground. Grell quickly stab the rouge cat with his death scythe, ending his life.
As I slowly shift back the pain in my shoulder increases. Grell throws me some clothes. When I'm decent he tends to my shoulder.
Time skip after payment
(Shina's POV)
"Come on! That kill is worth more than $20. This won't get us anything." I walk around trying to find a new job. Then I see an all too familiar shop. "Hey Grell, let's see if the Undertaker has any good paying jobs at the moment." The look I get from Grell creep me out. It's almost like Grell is nervous to disturb the old reaper.
I don't let Grell speak and start heading for the shop. I turn around when I notice that Grell is just standing there. I follow his gaze and see a woman. I don't even have to take a sniff to know that she is a witch. "This cannot be good."
"Hey haunter I heard you needed a job. I'm willing to pay extra." The witch I knew as Sunflower, witches never give away their real names, was holding a piece of paper. She then starts heading towards the Undertaker's shop. "It's too crowded out here, come on kitty." I growled at the nickname. She knew I didn't have a good history with cat sifters.
As we enter the Undertaker's shop I can't but help to smell the recent victims of murders. "Hehehe." The laugh was barely a whisper. I turn to the coffin it came from. A small playful smile appears on my face.