Werewolf Hunter

Your entire blood line, your ancestors come from famous were wolf hunters. You were raised in every possible combat and fighting technique, and have trained ever since you were 7 years old to hunt and capture or hunt and kill were wolves. You belong to a gang of other werewolf hunters, you are tracking the Lycan King Mercellus. You finally find him, and decide to sneak into his chambers at night, wearing a scent to conceal that you are human. You creep closer to his large bed and see his tall muscular frame, you pause at seeing how handsome he is up close but you continue closer taking out your dagger, you climb weightlessly onto the silky sheets and take your position over him raising your dagger, when you are suddenly staring into the most beautiful eyes you have ever seen. Your heart stops and you freeze. The Lycan King looks at you his eyes suddenly iridescent and glowing in the pitch dark room. He moves so quickly that he not only had disarmed you but he has you pinned beneath him. He growls. He pulls down the black mask that is covering half of your face, and a sensuous smile creeps across his handsome face. His voice is silky and deadly as he says quietly. "A gorgeous woman sneaking into my chambers at night? How can a King get so lucky?