Red Riding Hood Killed A Wolf

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. There are many different hunters out there, but the Alliance ones are a different breed. All of their members are trained to perfection; their only goal is to kill. Their hunters use

imself into my bedroom. I stare at him, bu

ike I haven't seen that booty before," he laugh

few minutes." My decision to avoid any sort of confrontati

ts until later tonight. If someone warns the Alliance that we are expecting them, there might be no attack on us. Either way, we are ready to fight them." Aros declares as he stares into the distance. I understand his doubt and the hint of fear that flashes in his eyes. Everyone has someone in our pack, and we're all afrai

ward me for a hug. Whenever we are in danger, he hugs me, and after the threat is over, he comes up to me and tells me he's glad we didn't embrace for th

t for the main entrance. Part of me wants to stay aside and see if the fight actually happens. But the leader in me demands the blood of those who killed our people. And th

rituals every year. My eyes follow the group of women giggling and sharing their dreams about the man who will be their m

ules. I see other Alphas on the front line, while I am the only one who always walks behind his people. The front line of my pack is made

ar the clearing, so my body relaxes. I stop clenching my fists and grit

ampfire and gladly accept the bottle of beer offered to me by one of my warriors. I pretend that nothing has changed while I notice the stench of the hunters from the first sip of my beer. Half a bottle later, I have given everyone the news

beer. I act unbothered even though everything seems to be falling apart before my eyes. Such a wonderful celebration, literally ruined by the goddamn humans. "What d

ike back. No wolf will make the first move; we don't want any unnecessary bloodshed in this place. Besides, we don't know if

l hope they don't run into the hunters still hiding there. I scan the crowds, but my eyes don't find the infamous red cloak, which angers me even more. Not only did they ruin a sacred ceremony, but the coward Red didn't give me a chance to kill him myself. I howl at the top of my lungs as the hunters raise their weapons. Only a minute has passed,

ches a glimpse of my wolf, they know I hold the highest rank. My wolf and I have polar opposite personalities. I scan the crowd and attack those who endanger my people the most, but he will never be nearly as

er Aros’ paws, another voice appears in the background, and we turn our head in its direction. That's when we see him- that damn red cape freak. The bastard's here, and he's about to attack Aros. Over our fucking dead body. We take off and lunge at the bastard, jamming our claw into his ribs. Now the bastard definitely won't survive -

Red. This must be some sick joke, or worse, a trap. "Retreat, that's not him! That's not Red; go to the packhouse; he could be there attacking our women and ch