Rise of the Assassin Luna

After her first encounter with the rogue, Serena became bolder. She began tracking the movements of the various rogues that lurked along the pack's borders.

Intervening when the threat came too close to home. Each night she ventured into the woods, her senses becoming sharper and more alert.

She was becoming a force to be reckoned with; a solitary guardian patrolling the borders of her territory.

The thrill of the hunt ignited a fire within her. Every time she engaged in battle, she reveled in the rush of adrenaline.

Her body's movements were becoming more agile and the precision of her attacks had increased.

She fought alone.

Her actions unseen and unacknowledged by her pack. Regardless, that didn't bother her.

The fights made her sharper and stronger, and each victory felt like she was reclaiming a piece of herself that had long been buried beneath the weight of doubt and humiliation.

It gave her a sense of accomplishment and she Soon realized that she didn't need anyone's acknowledgement anymore. Not even her parents' recognition mattered.

Each night she hunted was a test of her skills, and she learned quickly from every encounter she had with different rogues.

Now, she looked down on the pack's so-called training. Through her fights with the rogues, she had realized that if those so-called trained warriors faced the rogues out here, they would be torn apart within moments.

Serena became more proficient at observing her surroundings, knowing when to strike and when to retreat.

The forest, once a place of fear and isolation, transformed into her sanctuary, and her territory.

One night, under the pale light of a waxing moon, Serena set out with a specific goal: to track the rogue group she had seen lingering near the pack's border.

Their scent was faint but distinctive, a mix of sweat and musk that spoke of danger. As she followed the trail toward her goal, her heart raced with excitement.

She had recently realized that her sense of smell had become stronger. And even without a wolf, she could smell a rogue from miles away.

She still didn't understand what was happening, but she was happy about it.

As she navigated through the thick underbrush, her mind flashed back to the laughter of her pack mates.

The way they looked at her with disdain when she had failed to awaken her wolf. That pain fueled her determination.

Serena soon found herself at the edge of a small clearing, where the rogues had set up camp.

They had gathered around a fire, sharing stories and laughs that echoed in the stillness of the night.

But she knew better than to be fooled by their camaraderie. Rogues were dangerous and a threat to every pack. So, she wouldn't let them go no matter what.

Taking a deep, quiet breath, she settled into the shadows, observing their movements. There were three of them, two males and a female. All wearing tattered clothes that marked them as outcasts.

She watched them for a while, waiting for the right moment to strike. That was another lesson she had learned while fighting rogues. You have to know the right time to strike, otherwise, you will suffer losses.

Her first move was swift. She drew her dagger from her belt and threw it without hesitation. The blade glinted in the firelight as it flew toward the nearest male, catching him off guard.

The knife embedded deep in his side, he let out a choked gasp before collapsing to the ground. The others froze, their laughter dying as they tried to process what had just happened.

The female rogue was the first to react as she scrambled for her weapon, panic flashing in her eyes.

But before she could unsheathe it, Serena lunged at her from her hiding place, she had also learned to let her instincts guide her.

She closed the distance quickly, using her speed to her advantage. She had realized that she was getting faster, even faster than some people who had already awakened their wolves.

With a heavy kick, she knocked the rogue's weapon out of her hands and pinned her to the ground.

"Who are you?" the rogue asked with a trembling voice, fear evident in her voice.

"Your worst nightmare" Serena replied, her voice low. She didn't hesitate to finish the job as she sliced the rogue's throat with one swift motion.

The remaining male rogue finally registered the danger that had come knocking. His expression shifted from confusion to rage.

He charged at Serena with the recklessness of wanting to die together. His movements are wild and reckless.

But Serena ducked beneath his swinging claw and retaliated with a quick jab to his ribs.

He grunted in pain, stumbling back and she pressed her advantage. Using her agile movements, she danced around him, striking from unexpected angles. Each blow she landed inflicted damage.

As he pounced on her again, she sidestepped to the left and circled to the back. Delivering a powerful kick to his back and sending him crashing into the ground.

Breathless, he scrambled to rise again but Serena was already upon him, her dagger pointed at his throat.

"You should have known better than to cross the Bloodfang borders," she said, her voice a fierce whisper. Her dagger swiped across the rogue's neck and he breathed his last.

The adrenaline surged through her as she stood amidst the remains of the fallen rogues, her heart still thumping in her chest.

The dying camp fire crackled behind her, casting a few flickering shadows that danced in the trees. For a moment, she felt invincible, like she could take on the world.

But, as the reality of her actions sank in, she noticed something strange. It was a tingling awareness she had felt before that she could not continue to ignore.

Someone else was close by.

Always close. Watching her.

That thought sent a shiver down her spine. Has someone really been watching her? As she scanned the treeline, she felt a presence that lurked out of sight.

The thought caused her heart to race, but she quickly shook it off, dismissing it as mere paranoia.

After ensuring that no rogues remained in the area, Serena turned around and retraced her steps toward the pack territory.

She was tired. This was the first time she had taken on more than one rogue, and it was draining. Both physically and emotionally.

As she walked forward, the feeling of being followed lingered, and she couldn't shake off the assumption that someone had witnessed her entire fight. And not just tonight.

Over the next few weeks, Serena continued her nightly escapades, growing more confident with each encounter with rogues.

She disposed of rogues with ease, her movements getting more ruthless and decisive. But always, she felt that mysterious presence nearby.

Sometimes, it felt comforting, like a protective guardian watching over her, while other times, it made her feel uneasy.

After each battle, she would find some claw marks near her makeshift sites, further confirming that someone, or something was following her in every battle.

She couldn't ignore it anymore. Whoever this presence was, they were skilled and silent, much better than herself.

One night, as she prepared to hunt again, Serena made a decision. Instead of hiding in the shadows, she would confront the mysterious person hiding in the dark and draw them out.

Whoever, or whatever they were.

As she ventured into the woods, she left behind a few signs; a half-buried dagger, an overturned rock. Deliberate hints for her silent observer to find.

Then she waited.

As the moon rose high in the sky, she felt the air around her get thicker. She could tell that someone was watching her. She held her breath, and waited.

Finally, the figure stepped from the shadows, revealing itself.

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