The Werewolf Hunt

Fated to a werewolf huntress

Episode 1

Location: Royal cottage

Damien's POV

Mom and I both lean silently against the soft comfy white coloured sofa, staring both frightened and worried at empty space.

"No,no... no Kai" Mom whisper's, running her trembling palm along her stiff pale skin.

"Do you believe we'll emerge victorious?" she finally breaks the long akward silence.

"Honestly mom,I have no idea. We both know of black eagles hunter clan and their brutality,they are faster, more Swift and smarter compared to us werewolves. Dad and his army posses almost zero chance emerging victorious today" I tremble at my words.

"Moon goddess be with us" I mumble, staring directly towards my fidgeting mom.

For centuries,the black eagles hunter clan remained our pack rivals and enemies.

Both sides consistently engaged in numerous clashes and battles, desiring pulling each other towards extinction and elimination. The black eagles hunters are extremely and perfectly skillful,fast,Swift and agile, sometimes doubting our imagination to them being supernaturals and not mere humans.

Thousands of extinct werewolf packs had fallen,wailed and weeped by their silver blade's, pulling an alpha is nothing to them, signifying them one amongst the most feared and dreaded hunter clan respected by literally every packs and other Hunter clans.

Our heated rivarly once again commenced weeks after discovering one amongst their hunter dead and lifeless right before our pack borders, activating the long lasting hatred between both clans.

"Where the hell is Drake? His presence here is important!" Mom angrily inquires, pulling my thoughts back to reality.

"I actually ha....."

"Am right here mom, making my absence a big deal isn't much of a wise idea" Drake echo's, walking through the entrance door, having an akward,wierd and suspicious look plastered over his constant devious face.

Knowing Drake right from childhood,the akward and suspicious expression currently displaying across his face obviously signifies possible negative occurrence.

"Spill it out Drake,what's actually going on?, the current expression on your face reveals secretive informations beneath your sleeve's, spill it out Drake,you know am right" I exclaim, staring inquisitively towards his devious blinking eyes.

"That's the problem Damien,you know me perfectly well. It seems you a physic towards me alone, knowing my every thoughts and moves" he mumbles,smiling sheeplessly.

"Whatever Drake, what exactly is going on?" I inquire, staring deeply at his beautiful natural curly blonde hair and ocean blue alluring eyes.

Pulling bdown his sheepless smiles,his expression slowly morphs into a serious one.

"Dad's dead" he spills, feigning both hurt and ingenuie pain.

"You kidding right?" I question, unable to find the tinest truth within his statement.

"Of course not Damien, screwing with such news ain't fun,he was confirmed dead by the fellow warriors. They revealed he was murdered by a masked look alike feminine being,they resulted retreating seeing their alpha dead, their only source of strength and courage gone" he explains, leaving my lips hanging agape while mom whimpers in self denial.

"If still under doubt,his lifeless body lays right outside the royal cottage,he was brought lifeless by the surviving beta's" he adds, appearing and sounding unconcerned and unbothered.

"Trickster..." I accuse, super speeding outta the royal mansion while mom fidgets trailing behind me.

"Father..." I call,super speeding towards a pale lifeless body crowed by half the pack members.

Fighting my way through the resistant crowd,I finally come eye to eye before the lifeless body belonging to my dad.

His heart appears missing,bladed out by a silver blade. Only a perfectly skilled hunter possess such skill and bravery to perfectly and successfully blade out the heart of an Alpha.

Drake was right. He's dead!!!.

"Dad..." I whisper, crashing heartbroken to my knees before his cold lifeless body.

"Impossible,this can't be!!" I cry, unable to endure the screening emotional and physical pain, allowing the salty tears run down my chins.

No,no..no..no Kai" Mom whisper's, running her trembling hands along his firm coarse and whitish coloured skin before bursting into tears, shielding her lips amidst tears.

Titting my heartbroken gaze upwards, the recent submissive eyes belonging to the present pack members collide against mine.

"Alpha" they all echo, crashing respectfully to their knees.

Two days later

Damien's POV

The cool silk surfacing breeze melodiously whistles past my ear and it's lobes, sending cool tingling sensations down my spine.

Despite the winds cool and alluring temperature,it obviously seems unable hiding the sadness and negative emotions surfing within it.

Feeling lost and dumbfounded,I lean against a tree, watching four pack members all in black coloured attires pull dad's casket closer towards his already dug grave located accurately at the centre of the cemetery.

In accordance to our pack laws and tradition,alphas and prestigious well known pack members usually are set ablaze after death, signifying their hasty ascension back to Zeus and the gods but normal classed werewolf are buried similarly to humans.

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"He was a good man, alpha and leader,he cared about the walfare of everyone including the less previledged,he ruled and fought with and for honour and dignity, he's the perfect alpha any pack and beta would always desire and request,he certainly was the best" beta Lucas concludes, battling the tears continuously threatening to fall down his eyes.