The Good the Bad and the Hairy

Prologue

On the night of my fifth birthday rouge werewolf's attacked my pack  killing everyone, and burning our homes to the ground. I was the only survivor. My mother- the pack Luna- hid me in the basement of our home and hid my scent with her hunter magic. There I hid while my family and people fought to keep me save. Mother told me to stay hidden until she came back for me but she never did. I finally decided to come out of my hiding place. I walked up the stairs. The old wood steps creaked as I walked up them. I as I opened the door the smell of smoke it me hard making me choke. As I walk out I looked around. All could see were the ashes of what used to be my home and my people. I searched through my mind link for anyone that was still alive, but nothing. Then something hit me. I was alone. No family no friends, no one to take care of me, a five year old, but that's when i remembered. My father- the alpha king - had taught me to survive. I straitened up. I would be okay. 

I remembered a safe house my father showed me deep in the wood. Where no one would find me. Only the royal family could find the house. I packed what i found in the basement. Food, water, clothes, and my mothers magic books. I started of for the house right then. I could not stay in the open.

Two years later:                                                                                                                     After living in the house for two years now, and being only seven i was good. The first full moon I went trough on my own I shifted into wolf form. Normally your first change is the full moon after your twelfth birthday. My change came early because of my situation. The night of my seventh birthday I was out for a night hunt. The wind was still so i knew something was going to happen. I found a man lying in a dried creek bed. I as i inched closer I could see he was badly hurt. I brought him to the house and cared for him. When he awakened he asked me what happened to my family so i told him. He said he was a teacher and would teach me everything he knew. From school work to fighting and magic. His name was Simon.

Five years later:                                                                                                                     "It is time for me to go Little One. Have taught you all I can. Be brave and kind. So long Mayson De La Moon." Those were the last words Simon spoke to me before he walked off  into thin air. Simon had taught me everything he knew. He said i was very smart for someone my age. He said that I was powerful being half werewolf and have hunter. half bloods like me are  rare but Simon said I was unique because my father was a pure blood alpha and my mother was a pure blood hunter, also that I was a white wolf. Legends say that white wolves are powerful by themselves. I didn't know what i wanted to to do with all this power until i remembered what my mother had once told me." Mayson my sweet child you are more powerful than anyone truly knows and i hope that you will use your power for good. Protect those that cant protect themselves, and help those who can. I wish for you to become a hunter like me." So I did. Moving from place to place. Going where I was needed.