Scarlet King came a long generation of hunters and she was feared by the werewolf community but loved by the human one. She was one of the best huntress out there and she had gotten the nick name of 'Devil in Red'. Scarlet stayed silent in the forest listening to the wind but most importantly listening to hear of if anybody else was with her. Her boots skillfully avoided any twigs and leaves on the floor, she held her arrow down by her side. The wind swept sending her hair in a swirling mess. She shook head quietly. Her green eyes traced her surroundings, this forest was known for loners to roam and most importantly it was next to the most powerful pack.
Her goal was to take down the alpha, she knew if she did then her reputation would be known everywhere.
Devil in Red. she never knew how she had gotten that nickname but everyone would call her that. She would hear whispers in bars and throughout the neighborhood. She felt a sense of happiness because she had gotten a nickname. Suddenly she heard a snap near by, she quickly got behind the tree and pressed her back to it. A lone black wolf was sniffing around the territory, he didn't know she was nearby. She slowly got get arrow to her bow and targeted it straight towards the wolves chest. The wolf suddenly snapped its head towards her direction but it was to late her arrow shot into its chest.
The wolfs body slumped to the floor, Scarlets lips twitched into a smile as she watched the life in the wolves eyes fade. She grabbed the arrowed twisted it out and cleaned the blood on her boots. The night was young and it was only beginning.