Darius's POV
The silver blade cut through the werewolf's heart with a wet sound that made my team flinch. I didn't. After fifteen years of hunting monsters, death was just another Tuesday.
"Target eliminated," I spoke into my radio, wiping the blessed silver clean. "That's pack leader number twelve this month."
"Copy that, Hunter One," came the reply. "Command wants you back at base immediately."
I looked down at the dead Alpha. He'd begged for his life at the end, offering to leave human territory forever. They always promised that. They always lied.
"Sir?" Marcus, my youngest recruit, was looking at the body with wide eyes. "Was that really necessary? He surrendered."
"Kid, I'm going to tell you a few things about monsters. I took hold of his shoulder to guide him to look at me. They are talented at making themselves seem human. They cry real tears. They make promises they never keep. But underneath, they're all the same."
"What do you mean?"
