The Alpha's Huntress (Book1)

4-Mate

His wolf above👆☝👆
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Alpha Blake's POV

'Can we go out for a run? Please. Doing paper work is so boring.' My wolf Gavin kept complaining.

'We have to do this. It's our job as alpha.' I pointed out.

'Still. We can go and be back in 30 minutes. I'm so bored.' He tried reasoning.

'Alright fine. Just let me finish this last page and then we'll go.' I gave in.

'Ha. I always win.' He smirked.

After I finished the last page I made my way outside.

I went behind a tree and took off my clothes.

I started to hear the sound of cracking bones.

Some people think it hurts but I find it satisfying.

I was soon on four paw instead of two legs.

My wolf is dark brown with black ears.

I put my clothes in my mouth and starts running.

I let Gavin take control. There was a big rock up ahead. Gavin hopped on the rock and leaped off it.

We tripped and almost fell on our face.

'Nice going genus. You're going to mess up my face.' I yelled at Gavin.

'Fine. You take back control.' He gave me control.

We were behind a bush next to a clearing.

There was three guys in the middle of the clearing.

I sniffed the air. Rogues.

I mentally growled and listened to their conversation.

They were taking about a pack. My pack.

"So it's settled. We attack the Midnight Fire Pack. Let's start heading back to tell the rogue king." A blond one said.

Before they took one step an arrow went straight through the blond one's heart.

A hunter!

Cue another mental growl from me.

I hate hunters.

The rogues looked in the direction from where the arrow came from.

The hunter jumped down and landed on her feet.

Wait? Her!?

I've never seen a female hunter before.

Wouldn't that make her a 'Huntress?'

The rogues growled in disgust at her.

She had a black mask, army pant, combat boots, leather jacket, leather gloves, and a hood over her head.

She had black hair in a side braid and green eyes.

There was a faint scent on her. It was cinnamon and vanilla.

Either she's my mate, or someone's making cinnamon rolls nearby.

I'm going with the cinnamon rolls one.

She grabbed an arrow from her quiver and pulled the string back.

"Don't move, or I'll put an arrow in your eye." She threatened.

My wolf purred at the sight of her.

'What the heck Gavin. Do you have a crush on her!?' I asked him.