ENTANGLED WITH THE ALPHA TWINS

Zander Talbot's powerful legs propelled him forward, through the tall pine trees that towered hundreds of feet above him. His paws landed on the lush, rich ground, thudding a pagan war sound that signaled to the world we were hunting. His tail flew out from behind hil as his dark fur blended into the thick ferns that coated the area. His sharp ears could pick out the sound of waterfalls in the distance, birds chirping, lake churning with fish. His nose caught onto the scent of the mountains, fresh dew and he enjoyed the blissful sun rays as beaming onto his back.

His world was one from ancient times, a living, breathing monument in the modern, digital age, passed down from wolven ancestors. Zander's family stuck to the old ways, by keeping their tradition.

Zander ran for one more mile before he came to an open clearing. He paused to catch his breath. He wanted to give an experimental howl, to see if any other wolvens were nearby, but that might scare the creatures off. He stayed put, trying to figure out the next line of action.

Hunting was part of the game, killing a prey would be an achievement for him. For years, his clan have been hunted by manors and monsters. His father handmade sure to secure all around the nature preserve with charms that repel these monsters. Over the years the monsters seem to have mutates and gotten stronger.

The forest of Eldar was huge and half secured, but it went on for hundreds of miles. Even working together, Talbot’s entire hunting brigade probably hadn’t covered a tenth of what was out here.

Zander heard the roar of a wolfabove, along with a long shadow. Hesearched the huge pine trees, then he changed into his human form. Fur became clothes, and he went from standing

on four legs to two. Zander took out his sword and hid behind a nearby boulder to wait.

There was a loud sound nearby like a creature was landing, and the ground shook. He heard a rustle in the trees, and the scent of scales and smoke. A few moments later, a man stepped out of the trees and stood beside Zander, smirking.

"Miss me, young wolf?"

Zander tossed a rock at the shape shifter. "I just saw you this morning. Far too soon, in my opinion."

Jordan dodged the rock, and it hit a nearby tree. It made a blasting sound and shattered off a chunk of the trunk, sending bark and splinters everywhere. "I suppose I must’ve thrown it too hard. I wish it landed on your head," Zander chuckled .

Jordan gave a sarcastic noise. "Except you're trying to kill me. Your temper’s getting worse than mine."

"It would’ve bounced off your thick skull. Nothing can penetrate that helmet you call a head."

"That’s not the only part of me rumored to be harder than stone," Jordan boasted.

Zander forced the grin off his face. He didn’t want to spend the rest of his time out here listening to crude jokes. He has a monster to kill.