The Hunter's Pack

The Email

It has been about a month since we took over this former pack's land and money. I had found a safe with 2 thousand dollars in the alpha's office. A bit confused at how such a large pack of 40 could support themselves with this amount of money, I asked Amber about it. She explained that the last young alpha was quite a spender, and this was only the left-overs of the old alphas money. 2 thousand dollars wouldn't last us for too long, but it was very reassuring to know that Tarragon's payment had come a day after the mission's completion. We currently had around 11 million dollars, considering many pack members had wanted to change the furniture in their rooms and such.

I was currently sprawled out across the lavish black couch, watching a random show on the shiny TV on the wall. Cole sat next to me, mashed between my feet that didn't quite reach the edge of the couch and the couch's armrest. Every once in a while, I would see him turn away from the TV and simply stare at me. I yawned, and was amused to see him copy my actions out of the corner of my eye. I sighed, the amusement gone as the 11 year old boy resumed his staring, watching me with large brown eyes.

"You're hair's so white it looks like Elsa's." I awkwardly glanced at him.

"Yes...?" Who was Elsa? He nodded, seemingly satisfied and turned back towards the TV. I sighed, briefly remembering a time when he avoided me like the plague, on the first few days he was a part of the pack. This was until Elliot and Anastasia noticed, who both laughed and told him about how much of a "great" person and pack leader I was.

When Amber and Cole first realized that we were, in fact, the Cross pack, they instantly became on guard; our pack was known as a rogue group full of ruthless murderers, after all. In their time together, Elliot explained all the nitty-gritty facts to Amber, giving her all the information on why we kill people. Anastasia had also told Cole all about our pack. Of course, she had to tell him a bit of a simpler version of what we do (Tarragon pays us to kill the bad guys of the world). Since then, Cole had followed me around, seeing me "basking in a super-hero light," as Amber would say.

Speaking of Amber, she had taught me, Elliot, and Annie to use computers. Considering we three had spent the last few years of our lives out in the wild, we had missed out on a lot of new developments. The ginger girl had also taught Annie and me how to correctly apply make-up. I wasn't exactly for the face-enhancing paint, but it could prove useful if a powerful enemy needed to be seduced (that scenario had never come up, but it was nice to be prepared). My short blonde delta, however, was completely entranced with it. Now she was walking around with attractive black winged eyeliner and pink...er...pinker lips.

"Allleex! We have important matters to discuss!" Speak of the devil and he (she?) shall appear. In this case, a blonde green-eyed devil appeared, dragging along a ginger victim. I sat up, nodding at Annie and muttering a small "hey kid" at Amber.

"Um, Alpha A?" Annie sat Amber down in the armchair near me, massaging her shoulders as if urging her to continue. The ginger kid twiddled her fingers a bit before continuing. "Um, I'm not much of a fighter, as you might already know, but I still want to do something for the pack that saved my brother and I."

"Well, there's always the option of simple reckon missions." I answered, staring at her with a blank expression.

"I understand that but...I don't really want to be a part of all the fighting and gore...if that's ok?" She glanced at me before shyly looking away, a bit scared of my reaction. I shrugged, kind of expecting this. This girl was abused for 2 years; I'm not really surprised she was hesitant in hurting others.

"So, that' s why I wanted to go to university and study as a cook...I can already cook well, I think, but I want to learn how to do it even better. This way, I can satisfy you all while being happy." She looked at me and gave me a small, hopeful smile, before looking down at her hands in her lap. Although Amber has opened up more, abuse left many scars on people, and they weren't always physical.

"Hm...We will have to pay for this. Wait, how old are you kid?"

"I turned 18 recently...so I'm not really a kid anymore...?"

I waved off her response. "You have suffered, I acknowledge that. However, you are still pure enough to be a child. Be proud of that."

She opened her mouth to respond but I interrupted her. "Go check the funds with Elliot. If this education doesn't burn through too much money, I'm fine with it."

Annie started jumping around and squealing, exciting Amber in turn. They both jumped away laughing, looking for my poor beta. Ha, he deserves it after lying to his dear mate and her younger brother. I put my hand on Cole's head, looking straight into his eyes for a prolonged amount of time, visibly confusing him. I wasn't a very good person at all.

"Um, Alex? Your laptop just dinged." The ginger boy smiled nervously, awkwardly pointing at the device on the table in front of the couch.

"Ah, you're right." I let him go and my attention was immediately diverted to the last alpha's inbox, an obnoxious red dot signaling a new email. When I was exploring the alpha's office earlier this month, I had found the laptop. Not having used a computer for the last 10 years, I asked Amber for help, who had explained how to use it. When we had opened it, however, it immediately went to an open email inbox. The former alpha had never even bothered to log out, so I didn't even have to make a new email address.

I quickly clicked the email, curious about what was written.

Honorable Alpha,

We have heard some rumors about your pack, and we would like to assemble a meeting to get rid of any doubts. We will not only be discussing this, but we will have to decided what to do about this rogue pack running wild. We will be waiting tomorrow at 6 pm. You may bring 3 other pack members of your choosing. When you are ready, simply click this link and you will be transported to the assembly room (credits toTarragon): http://www.573z.!#%$^6. Dress appropriately.

With utmost respect,

The Royal Family.