Kiss of death

My name is Alida Craft and this is my story. My parents died when I was 2 years old due to a rouge attack. I had one family member left alive. My dads older brother; Kriss Craft. ~~~flashback~~~~ I was 6 years old at the time laying in my bed not sleeping like usual. It’s hard to sleep after my uncle beats me. I hear a loud crash come from downstairs. I tip toe to the top of the stairs and crouch down to listen. I can hear my Uncle bagging for his life. “Please, please don’t kill me! You want money? I can give you money.” *BANG* A scream escapes my lips. I scramble back to my room. I can hear the person coming up the stairs. I grabbed the blanket my mother gave me as a baby and hide in my closest. I bring my knees to my chest and push my face into my blanket. The closet door fly open and a tall muscular man stands at the closet door with a g*n pointed at me. “Look at me!” He yells I look up at him with fear in my eyes. The black eyes and split lip showing on my face. He is taken aback by my appearance. “Do you live here?” I nodded “Who was the man downstairs to you?” “M-my uncle.” “Where are your parents?” “They Died” His face softens. “What’s your name sweetheart?” “Alida Craft” He holds out his hand to me and I take it still unsure. “You will come live with me now. I’m John.” ~~~~flash back end~~~~ I shake my head and went back to washing the blood off my hands. John raised me to be an amazing assassin. I am a witch/werewolf hybrid which makes me a great assassin. I can mix my own scent blocker and I have a heightened sense of smell and hearing. I leave the house where the guy I was hired to get rid of is now laying dead on the floor. People call me the Angle of Death. Ironic cause my name means little angle. I head back to my home. I live in a small cabin in the woods. No one knows what the Angle of death looks like or that I’m a girl. The only one who knows is my boss and fellow coworkers for Lincoln assassins. If I ever talk on the phone people think I’m an assistant or a decoy to throw people off the Trail. My phone rings L-job complete? A- yes sure L-I have another one available if your interested. A-who and how much L-the cruel Alpha. Half million A-I’ll take it. L-I’ll send you the details. Good job Alida My email pings notifying me that the hit information is mine. ______________________ The Cruel Alpha aka Dominic Black Alpha of the Black Moon Pack 23 6”7 Caucasian Black brown hair blue eyes Tattoo on right shoulder Hit ordered by Brian Howls. Wants to take over. Leave body for all to see. _______________________ So it’s off to stake out the Black moon pack. I take a shower and head to bed. The best morning I brush my long brown hair and put it in a standard bread. I put on my black leggings and black tank top. I hang my hunting on my belt along with my throwing knifes. I grab my signature red and black arrows with silver tips. I put my bow around my shoulders and spray myself down with scent blocker. I head off to the Black Moon Pack to stake out my target.