Werewolves. We run in packs. They say I'm the worst of them. The Killer. Each pack has different color eye's. No one is aloud to imprint on a different color eye other than your own. Each pack has their land and Alpha. There are rules to abide by forbidding to mix the color eyes and creat a new pack. It becomes a treat. My father, the Alpha, has killed off the two who had disobeyed and had created a small family. My father made sure to kill them, or so they thought. Secretly I'm going against my Alpha/Father's will and protecting the only girl who made it out. Also being the girl I imprint on but it doesn't take them long. They WILL find out she is Alive And Soon they will be on the Hunt!