Tales of an American Hunter

My name is Hazel Rowan Victoria Knight. I'm a hunter. No, I don't hunt Bambi. I hunt the things that go bump in the night. Vampires, werewolves, ghouls, djinn; you get the idea.  When I was 5 years old, a man named John, saved me from a werewolf. That werewolf was my dad. He was bitten by one while he was out jogging. My dad killed my mom and turned his sight towards me. I was crying under the kitchen table when John showed up. He kicked in the door and shot the werewolf that was my father. John helped me out of the house and I had him call my Aunt, who lived just a few hours away. He took me to an all night diner where we waited for her.  Once back at my Aunts house in Nashville, I went straight to the computer. My fascinating with werewolves and the supernatural had begun.