The Rogue and His Hunter Mate

Chapter 6- Working For The Hunters

Jake POV- A Few Years Later

I have been working with the hunters for a few years now. At first, my conscience kept getting the better of me, but one of their ‘treatments’ was soon enough for me to wise up and start doing what I was told.

My first job had simply been a monitor and report mission about an Alpha within the supernatural realm who sometimes visited the human realm on business. That job was easy enough, and I was happy to do so, mainly because it seemed like the hunters simply wanted to know whether the Alpha was a danger to the humans or not. At least that was what I was told.

A few days after the end of the job, I heard how the Alpha and his pack had fallen. The falling of the pack was a huge shock, mainly because the Alpha was well known and incredibly strong, but one night his territory was invaded and destroyed while he was killed in the human realm. By killing the Alpha, the pack was weaker, and the hunters knew this. I only connected the dots when it was released that the killers had used weapons, as there were no claw marks other than those of pack members. Every member had been killed with swords, bullets, or arrows.

When I confronted the hunters and refused to work for them anymore, they were surprisingly understanding at first. But then one night, while asleep in my cave, they came and got me. Before I could fully wake and defend myself, they threw a silver net over me and then injected me with wolfsbane.

I then fell into unconsciousness, and when I woke up, I spent a week in pure hell. The hunters flooded my body with wolfsbane and kept me in silver, while cutting me open, experimenting on me, and just torturing me. After the seventh day, Bradley came down and asked me if I would submit and continue working no matter what, or if I was going to refuse again.

At this point, I was weak from all of the torture, wolfsbane, and silver, and I did not want to die. So I did the only thing I could: I agreed to go back to work and keep my mouth shut about what I knew.

If I had been stronger, then I may have found another way out of the situation, or even endured more torture until I could have gotten away. But I couldn’t; even after what my brother had done, I just couldn’t take any more pain.

No matter how much I wanted to become stronger, to withstand all of the physical and emotional harm that has befallen me, I know that I never can be. Without my mate, I am a shell of who I used to be. I have no mate, no family, no pack, and no home, and I am struggling.

When the hunters dropped me back at my cave, I was unable to move for days. In the end, I ended up crawling to the stream and just using the stream water to keep hydrated while I slowly healed.

Ever since then, I have done all of the jobs that the hunters have given me with no questions asked, and I have stayed away from learning about the effects of the hunters on the werewolf community.

If the Werewolf Council ever found out what I am doing, then death would be a welcome blessing. I have heard what they did to other species and traitors, and it was not pleasant, and I do not want to experience being skinned with a silver knife and then left in a room lined with silver to die. I would rather swallow a whole load of silver.

I was spared jobs for a while after the incident, as the hunters were calling it, but soon I was out of money again, so I contacted them and told them that I was back.

They quickly got to work, sending me to monitor another pack, but this time it was on a specific individual. Once I handed over the information I had collected in the two weeks of monitoring them, I was paid and then given another job. The next one was trickier: I had to sneak into a pack and grab a document pertaining to the hunters.

This was tricky because the pack was well known for being protected and cruel to trespassers. Thankfully, I managed to infiltrate the Sunlight Pack and escape. I did get caught by some she-wolf who claimed she was with the next Alpha or something like that, and I thought that the game was up, but then she started to say that if I did her a favor, then she would let me go.

From her actions and the fact that she let me go, I must not have lost my touch with the she-wolves. I just hope that I never see her again. However, fate was not on my side with that particular she-wolf.

The job wasn’t too bad, though, as I got paid handsomely for it, and I also got to be intimate with someone for the first time since my mate, so not all bad. Although the hunters kept reminding me of what would happen if I crossed them again. They started to sound like a broken record.

The more recent jobs have been to simply gather named wolves that they want and then hand them over. However, I may have been a bit naughty and disregarded their instructions. They wanted the named wolves, but instead, I caught rogues and criminals in traps, and those that could not be redeemed, I would pass over to the hunters, claiming that they were the wolf they wanted.

Thankfully, none of the hunters knew any of the wolves they wanted by face. If they did, then they never said anything, as nothing was ever done to me. If I came across a rogue in one of my traps who you could see was simply a wolf down on their luck, then I would let them go or even help them with what little I could.

However, my last job was too demanding; the rogue wolf kept escaping the traps I set, and that meant me chasing him.

When he went into one pack’s territory, he got caught and stayed there for two whole days. Just as I was about to give up, I saw the pack warriors throw him back over the territory boundary. As they did, I grabbed him and knocked him out, handing him over to the hunters before he woke up.

It turned out that the rogue was wanted for the stalking of one of the Werewolf Council’s children, along with countless other accusations of stalking made by women and children. I am sure that the community will not miss him. It might actually be safer now. If that is possible.

I am currently laying in bed, trying to recover from the two days’ lack of sleep and dealing with the hunters. Whenever I see one of them, I just panic and want to run away—it is so mentally draining.

Just as I am about to drift off into a deep sleep, my phone goes off.

My phone beeps: ‘We have a mission for you. Come in now.’

I sigh, getting up and heading towards the rendezvous point.

Little did I know that this mission would change my life, for the better and the worse.