The Alpha and Her Hunter

s twisted around her legs and eventually she kicked them to the f

ubbed her dry eyes. She had only managed to sleep for about two hours before it had ev

wouldn’t be getting sleep tonight. She padded quietly down the steps. Her g

bench tucked away near the coat closet. Naked, she stepped outside. The grass was cool

pine tree branched brushed gently against her skin as she stepped into the evergreens. Her feet broke t

eath her skin like quicksilver. She fell forward onto all fours and shaggy red hair ripped a

ts. With a burst of freedom, she let out a joyful howl. She hadn’t shifted in weeks an

avily. She raised her nose into the air and found his scent strongest here. The windows wer

e had been continually running his hands through it. It gave her a sense of pleasure that maybe he couldn’t sleep bec

over the trees to her house. She slinked closer, his scent burning in h

use. It was beautiful in an impersonal, abstract way. Large windows and metal were bent together to give the ho

rubs planted to hide most of the gate. She pressed her body through the small opening, forgetting that her wolf form

is coated with silver. She thought to herself. She was baffled. Her family had never hurt a soul and yet these…peopl

is silver-lined gate. Those cowards. Her lips curled back in a snarl; her snout wrinkled. She wished she could

gerous gate. A branch cracked and she froze. Someone was close. They were walking

hing, something clutched in its hands. A glimmer of something sparked in the moonlight as the pe

as defined. He had the mass of the Brochade family lineage, he was huge. She would guess he was n

im occasionally in town, but they never went to the same school. His parents shipped him off to a boarding school in the city during the wee

back many years that the Brochades were not allowed in this part of the forest. They were not allowed t

Provoked or not, they wante

ndmother was awake. She would get the lecture of a lifetime if Loriann knew where she had bee

ay, leaving small wet foot

grandmother was leaning against the doorframe

ng innocence and widened her eyes. Her grandmother scoffe

the rungs. Her grandmother pushed a cup of steaming coffee towards her. Willow wrapped her thin fing

,” her grandmother pulled a worn leather diary

ory,” Willow interrupted

f the Red Hoods going back as far as our family. They have hunted and stalked us for centuries. I know Garin is handsome and he has a nicer face tha

lly opened it. The pages were yellowed with age and soft around the edges where it had been thumbed through many times.

rn the extra incense to help ward off any evil but even without it, we have a scent too.

most noticeable in her family. Her grandmother’s were a lighter amber and even her mother’s had been a deep tawny

acts?” Willow murmured a

006. Kept residence in

, 250 lbs. Black

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sleep at

eath the description. Willow c

crunch of tires of gravel drew Willow’s attention from the book. It was only nearing si

l?” she laid her

for you to be around him. He will help distract you and keep you safe

and Willow stood to answer it. She wasn’