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<br/>​</div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">There was an immense pain inside of her; it was almost all consuming. Every night she would toss and turn, the nightmares turned into terrors. It was a process that simply became a routine. Tears would stream from her face as she would fight the memories; but they forged onward. The fateful event happened on a cold winter's night, not that Natalia even noticed the chill nipping at her flesh. The moon rose high up into the air; summoning the demons to her small town, her home. It was like a savageness that claimed all it could. It was a plague. Peter Shonski had left their home, leaving Natalia with her mother and sister. It was the last time she would see him alive. In her dream, Natalia followed her memories of grabbing her kit and racing out to join him, desperate to help him. Peter was someone she craved appreciation, affection and love from. He was reckless, running into battle to protect his family, but at what cost? Natalia's dream always led her to a place where she sat beside him, cradling his corpse. The blood spilled over her, damning her to a life of agony. The thunder roared above her, lightening crashed down beside her. Even in her memories, she'd known it would take her life, but the Alpha standing before her had to suffer for what he'd done.<br/>
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The fight was a blur, but the pain was not. Agonizing screams would tear through her throat, the sheer adrenaline would even trigger her change while she was asleep. It would wake her, and the shift would have to be contained, but most of the time she simply submit to it. Throughout the years of her new live, Natalia had adjusted somewhat. The blood lust, the primal needs. It sung to her, and she hated that fact. The woman had taken an oath, the Hunter's Oath, and she had betrayed one of the main rules they had. If a hunter was to be bitten, they were to die. Most hunters were brainwashed enough to do it themselves, or turn themselves over to the council. Natalia knew she broke the code the moment she had chosen to crawl from the blood stained, wet ground. The moment she had chosen to live, chosen to take revenge... She had condemned herself to be hunted. Natalia was a fierce hunter, she knew their tricks and how they worked. It would be easy enough to avoid them. But somehow, this Alpha had caused two big changes within her; physical and mental. Natalia never would've dreamed of betraying the council, but her father's death meant that everything was different. <br/>
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After yet another earth-shattering dream, the female snapped awake. Her thick lashes rose as her green orbs darted around the room in a quick check to ensure she was alone. In order to avoid giving herself away, Natalia chose abandoned homes or buildings to stay in. Considering she was running from hunters, who had immense resources, the female chose to remain as hidden as possible. Any hint of someone with her trauma, or training, would notify the hunter's council. There was no way she could let her mission slip before she'd achieved justice for her father. It was all she could think about, all she could focus on. Her life was now her mission; she had to stay alive long enough to avenge her father. There was some care for her mother and sister, but she couldn't afford to see them. Even when she'd been near death, Natalia had crawled away from her home. As much as she loved them, she knew they knew the code. Long golden strands had been dyed a dark brown, her make-up was applied in different ways, even her clothing choices were different. Natalia became someone else, someone who had no family, no life, no friends.<br/>
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That day Natalia had finally made her way into Greece. It was a fair trip from her new home of London, and it was significantly warmer. However, her travels weren't for the warm weather. They were due to the Lykaia festival, a festival that had some intense rumours circulating about it. One of the main rumours that drew her was that there were several powerful packs from the Lycaon family that would be attending. After working for several years on one lead and getting nowhere fast, Natalia had branched out to find herself a powerful pack. That way, she could cause some mayhem by worming her way in and causing a war. From her research of Alphas and the packs that had been in area when her father had been murdered, she had managed to pin down several reports from other hunters about the possible packs. Natalia had spent her time tracking down each lead she could; in fact, she killed three entire packs after making them suffer relentlessly. Rumours about a hunter slaughtering werewolves with... inhuman strength began to surface. Since she'd been MIA, Natalia knew she had to get on the move before the council realized the similarities.<br/>
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By the time Natalia arrived from her rather demeaning disguised  trip. Most of the hours were spent under a tarp on a boat, untrackable and... disgusting. The moment they stopped, the female slipped from under the dirty material and slinked off into the city with nothing but a simple backpack. Natalia had always been one to travel light, most of the things she needed she could steal with ease. Fortunately for her, the sun had set and the stars glistened above. It was... beautiful. If she hadn't been set on her mission, she may have enjoyed the city and had taken time to truly relax. The word held little meaning to her, since she had started training Natalia hadn't found peace in anything. It was just training, sleeping, eating, repeat. Peace and happiness were long lost qualities she didn't believe she'd find again.<br/>
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The she wolf combed through the city, trying to find the location of the festival. She was dressed in her usual plain black attire, well fitted and comfortable. Black jeans caressed her shapely legs, a small tank top nestled over her chest and concealed ... most of her torso. As for shoes, well, Natalia always liked something with a heel. It wasn't for fashion, it was more if she needed to use it. With enough pressure, it could and would pierce a throat and windpipe. Being a werewolf had it's perks, that she couldn't deny. She was faster, stronger.. but with all of her old training. Natalia was... enhanced. What a sore spot for her maker; she wondered if he had put any thought into what may happen if she lived. It was clear she had been expected to die; hell, even she had almost given in.<br/>
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As she made her way through the streets, Natalia caught a variety of scents. Werewolves were prominent, and it was like a calling card for the festival. The moment she took off down a site route, the female began to smell more of her.. new kind. The simplicity and beauty of the city was apparent, but Natalia didn't delay. Her feet moved swiftly, carrying her toward the scents that began to grow. All of her attempts to ignore the scenery was soon stumped as she stumbled into a garden that was.... breathtaking. Her pace slowed as she noticed just how many werewolves seemed to cover the grounds. She was... severely outnumbered. There was no going back, especially not after they caught a whiff of her. <br/>
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Thankfully, Natalia was graced with finesse and a genuine talent for lurking, even if she dismissed it more often than she used it. She found it easy to slip between guests, making a swift trail toward the center of the garden. The moon was climbing higher in the sky, glistening down on the dimly lit garden. It seemed almost supernatural itself, especially the way the stars seared in the sky, begging to join the light that illuminated the grounds with an eerie appearance. Natalia loved nothing more than the natural light glimmering down on her, it almost felt as if it gave her power. Considering where she was, Natalia needed power, more so than ever. Slowly, it seemed her scent was gathering some attention. But by the time they pinned what she was, Natalia was halfway through the grounds. It was during her browsing over the other wolves that the female wondered if her sire was even there. All she had were brief hints, nothing concrete. Apparently, there was a connection of sorts. Natalia wasn't sure how it would reveal itself, but she would take anything. Any glimpse of who he was, why he'd done what he had. More importantly, she just wanted to make him pay.<br/>
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A shocking scent caught her nose as she seemed to find the majority of the wolves gathered in the more serene looking area of the garden. A human scent. Female. The female's gaze breezed over the individuals, her feet already carrying her swiftly toward the human scent. It was when she noticed the human's scent near other wolves that her heart began to flurry. Natalia had briefly researched the festival; sacrifices were carried out, who was to say that had ended? As Natalia caught a glimpse of the brunette, her heart began to ache. It was like staring at Anna, her beloved little sister. Young, chocolate strands, eyes that could stare into a soul. <br/>
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<i>A flash echoed in her mind, filled with a warmly lit family room. It housed the sisters, sitting on the couch and staring into a roaring fire before them. They didn't speak, they simply enjoyed the fire. The pair were as thick as thieves, despite Natalia's intense training. The simply snuggled together and enjoyed the quiet of the night as they waited for their father to come home. The flash began to shimmer as Natalia saw a memory of how she helped Anna dress for a date, and the way her father refused to let her go. Her young sister cried for a night, curling up to Natalia until she passed out. They were bound as one, they'd endured their strict home together. The night Natalia left, Anna had held onto her hand, trying to keep her inside. Natalia remembered seeing the glistening streams down Anna's rosy cheeks, her sister knew she'd never see her again. Yet... Natalia couldn't stop. She wouldn't. It was pain she would always have to live with, knowing she caused her mother and sister a lifetime of agony. She had abandoned them in their time of need.</i><br/>
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In a swift stride, Natalia found the girl. She couldn't have been more than nineteen, she seemed so... innocent. The huntress eased in front of her, somewhat keeping her distance before she reached out to take a hold of her hand with a tender touch. "I'm Natalia," Her voice was somewhat rushed as she noticed the wolves around her beginning to take notice. "You're in danger here, we need to get you out right now." The huntress could tell the girl was confused, but she continued, "You have no idea what these people are capable of, please, come with me before they lash out." Oh, she knew they'd hear her whispers, their ears were all too in tune. A soft oath left her lips as the girl refused. "I'm not going to let you die. I'm sorry in advance." The woman knew she was going to be exposing herself, but she didn't care. Swiftly, she bent down to grab the girl by the legs. It took a mere moment to haul her up onto her right shoulder. One hand steadied her as Natalia broke off into a brisk walk. Of course, she noticed the way the girl fought, the way she tried to get Natalia to put her down, but it didn't work. "They are killers, mindless, horrid beings. If I put you down. I refuse to live with more innocent blood on my..." The woman paused as she noticed the way the wolves managed to circle around her. Natalia's heart began to race. <br/>
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Natalia slowly began to lower the girl down, making sure she caught her gaze. Natalia's green orbs were filled with pain, trauma screamed from her. "Please run, just take off, I'll keep them busy." The huntress's voice almost broke as she could've sworn she was talking to Anna. In a protective manner, the female began to position herself between the girl and the advancing wolves. However, when they stopped she frowned ever so slightly... There was another scent, a stronger scent that was growing. The female really didn't care, it just meant she needed more of a distraction for the girl to escape. Long dark curls swayed as the female tilted her head side to side, two sickening cracks echoing through the air before she rolled her shoulders. Her slender figure made her appear.. weak. No doubt they'd smell her wolf, but they had no idea of her training; they had no idea who they would be fucking with.<br/>
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"Which one of you pathetic, cowardly killers is going to kick this off then?" </span>