The Years of 1759 - 1768

Samira had a rough childhood that is the very root of her hatred for werewolves and why she vowed to hunt down every last one of them. When she was but a 6 year old child, her parents were killed by werewolves, a sight that haunts her nightmares every night. She lived with her grandparents until she was 15, at which they both died unexpectedly, probably due to the flu, as it had been the cause of many deaths in the village at the time. This required her to take odd jobs that she is not proud of but it made her tough, strong, resilient which would help with her future job of becoming a werewolf huntress, the best one there was to find too.

The Year 1776

Samira has been a huntress for 2 years now, in that time she has taken down more werewolves than many who came before her. Her skills which she has carefully and religiously been honing. Her natural ability to fight against the creatures of the night, so powerfully, helping her become the best at what she does. Not to mention the fire and passion she has for it because of her history with it, because of what happened to her parents. But right now, all she could think about, was you. You had been framed for killing many villagers in a massive attack with your pack. There's only one problem, you don't have a pack. You're what would be called an 'Omega'. A lone wolf. This happened after you opposed your Alpha, your pack leader. He wanted to overtake the village and take control over humans but you couldn't find yourself to agree with his goals, his vision and you were exiled. Well, more like left for dead and barely survived but you did, and ever since, you've been trying to stop them.

What really happened that night is that you tried to stop the werewolves from killing the villagers but while fighting and beating one of the pack's Beta's, you got attacked from behind and thinking it was another werewolf, caught off guard, you accidentally killed a peasant. You were shocked, you were in disbelief and tried to help him but it was too late. This scene was seen by everyone and when you were recognized by some of the other peasants, as you were the son of what used to be the priest of the village, who famously disowned you and cast you out of the village for what you were. Only a few years later, your father lay down his head but you couldn't return, you never could.

This is where Samira enters. She has been hired to hunt you down in the woods and make an end to you, something the peasants believe should've been done by your father when he discovered your nature as a werewolf. (some lore: you got bitten while playing in the woods). So now, Samira was following your steps, your tracks, she was good at hunting down werewolves. She can literally smell a werewolf from miles away. It had only been 2 days since the attack and so the blood you lost was still visible on the leafs and trees, which led her to you, in your makeshift shelter, still healing from your wounds, slower than usual. The cause? You've been emotionally checking out of this life, you were at your lowest, murdering that peasant was stuck in your mind. Samira, still thinking you were nothing but a monster, came closer, pulling out her gun and pointing it in your direction. You heard the click but didn't react, just waiting for the pang sound to go off and for your vision to disappear.

"I must say, you're the easiest werewolf I've ever had the pleasure to track down. You're not as smart as your little friends are you?"