I had stayed with that family for a while, made sure the baby was safe before I ran away. I could not stand being in a family that wasn't my real one, so one night I snuck into Gingers room and kissed her on the forehead before slipping out of the house, into the night with everything I owned and never turning back to the family that wanted me. I hiked for a while before settling in to sleep, I had shifted and ran at least twenty miles in no particular direction for i had planned on being a rogue from now on. I slept for hours before I woke to the sound of a gun firing. I jerked awake and there was older man in front of me, around 50 or 60 with gray hair and beard with some brown hairs still peeking through, holding a gun. I stood up and realized that he had fired into the tree above me.
"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" The gruff words spilled from his shaggy exterior and landed on my ears. I looked at his eyes and he was angry, but they were a usual slate gray.
"My name is Tyler, Tyler Boonick. I am from the Green Willow Pack, and my pack was killed in two different raids. I was left the Alph-" I started my little monologue but he cut me off,
"I can smell the Alpha in your blood, I am Rick, Rick Phillo. Come on Tyler, lets go catch lunch." He said before turning around and walking away with a bloodhound that I had not noticed before. Was I going to follow this man?
"Are you hungry or not?" He yelled over his shoulder and I immediately shifted and pulled my clothes on before packing up and padding along in his wake. Now I remember Rick every time I go and do a job cause he was my trainer, he trained my to be an assassin. I stayed in his old house long after he had died, my Alpha blood would not let me take orders from another Alpha.
'Get your head in the game Tyler!' My wolf growled, clearly angry at the reminiscence. I looked around and it was darker outside, I had let the time pass without noticing, lost in my thoughts. The raid had already started so I focused on this girl I had to kill, Iris. They said that I would know her when I saw her and they were right, instinct drove me too her. I grabbed a few knives and tucked them into my belt before traipsing into the forest and silently ghosting to the Broken Arrow packhouse. I peered from behind my tree and saw a line of female wolves, guarding the packhouse from any who tried to harm it and the people inside. I sneered and ghosted closer, I jumped on the nearest female and take her out with a swipe of my knife, I got to number three before the other wolves took notice. I killed a few more before they started to attack, one sunk against the wall and another took a defensive position in front of her. None of the cowards looked at me but I was drawn to the one behind her and I knew that she was the one I was supposed to kill. I destroyed the wolves in front of me trying to get to her, they put up a good fight until there were only three wolves in front of her, the stark white one seemed to be having a conversation with her for her head was turned and I could not see her face, the red female with green eyes was staring at her. Iris was the red wolf that I was hired to kill and my wolf was getting excited and I did not know why, he never got excited during a hunt. His heart was pounding out of his chest and he was growling at me to to towards them. I unsheathed a new knife and jumped at Iris, her guards would be easy enough to kill afterwards. I was mid jump when the stark white female looked at me and my heart almost exploded. Her eyes were red and thoughts of Ginger rushed back, my wolf started to pant for this was the most beautiful wolf he had ever seen, I veered off course, not stabbing Iris but landing gently on the ground. I spun and stared at this beautiful white female with blood red eyes, she was the most beautiful female that I had ever seen. My wolf was mesmerized at her, and he jumped for joy and tried to force me to approach her. He wagged his tail and howled a howl that almost sounded like a cry of happiness, he was stuck on her and so was I, my eyes never left hers. Her beautiful eyes, eyes that were the eyes my uncle had, the eyes that that baby had, and now here they were yet again standing out in stark contrast to her snowy white fur, here on my mate.
