The Alphas' Hunter

Chapter 1

He crouched down on the branch he had launched himself upon. Staring out with expertly trained eyes he watched the forest for movement, hoping in his head that he wouldn't have to kill today. He didn't think he could bear with any more guilt than what was already plaguing his heart and mind.

He was about to move on when he caught movement in a blackberry shrub about a hundred yards from where he was perched. He drew back his arrow and waited for the culprit to appear.

Immediately he lowered his bow when he realized it was just a little rogue pup that looked lost and scared. It looked very malnourished and bony. It had blood on it's muzzle that even from this distance he could tell was another rogues. His heart ached as he realized that it was most likely his parents.

He hurriedly hopped down from the tree not even ruffling the leaves on the ground like he was trained. He walked slowly to where he saw the orphaned pup.

The pups head swung his way in fear when he purposefully stepped on a twig so he would notice his presence. He fell to his knees and held out his palms facing up in friendly gesture.

The pup cautiously took a few steps toward him and then a few more when he nodded encouragingly.

When the pup was close enough, he sniffed him. When he realized he wasn't going to harm him he climbed into his lap and layed down whining as he grieved for his lost caretakers.

He picked him up and held him carefully as he made his way back to his cabin on the edge of a town many hunters resided in.

By the time he reached his temporary home the child changed back into his human form.

The little boys ribs were sticking out dangerously. His black hair was matted and dirty. His skin was covered in a layer of dirt.

He rushed the little boy into the house and layed him on his flannel overused couch and covered him with a thick comforter to keep the warmth in his body.

He sat in the chair across from where the boy lay and thought about what to do with him once he awoke.

He couldn't ask a pack to take him in, all of them set up a strict no rogue policy when a few were given refuge and ended up killing a couple of pack pups. He couldn't take him to a human orphanage because that would end up exposing the whole were race and that would definitely not end well. He could no way in hell ask another hunter to take him in. Even some of the nicer hunters he had met had a hatred for rogues even greater than pack wolves.

He sighed as he came to the conclusion he would just have to care for the boy himself. He knew that he wouldn't be able to give the kid the kind of life he should have. He moved around often and wasn't the best when it came to social interactions. He often just found himself feeling awkward.

He leaned back his head, and stared at his ceiling. He would raise him as his own. Protect him from all forms of fighting, and give him the affection he was never allowed. He figured the kid had already seen enough carnage to last a lifetime. He would try his hardest to keep him from having to see much more.

He shook his head at the craziness of how it sounded he was only just eighteen. Sure he had been responsible for his own self since.his sixteenth birthday, but never had he had to care for another.

He snapped his head up to where the boy was laying as he heard his breath pick up in pace. He found himself staring into green eyes. Fear filled as he noticed he was in a foreign place but relaxed when he also concluded we were alone.

The kid couldn't have been over five. He was much too small.

"What's your name?" he asked while cocking his head to the side in curiosity at the boy.