Steven dragged the girl in. Her leg in his mouth. He brought her to my feet. Like a dog bringing a dead animal to his master. Only she wasn't dead. Steven bowed his head and left. I looked at the girl. The only difference was she was alive. The moment I laid eyes on her my wolf and I spoke at the same time. "Mine! My mate!" Great just great. The huntress was my mate.
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The Huntress and The Alpha
WerewolfAria is a hunter. A hunter of things that go bump in the night. She is the best of the best. Better than most men. She is a 5'2".100 lb. ball of pure passion, rage, and fire. She is known to the supernatural creatures as the Huntress. She's a bad as...
