Hunter is the firstborn son of the infamous Beast, a hybrid of an Undead and a werewolf. The rightful heir of both the Pack and the Deads. But he doesn't want to take over the packs yet. He wants to meet his mate first.
Hunter has been watching his...
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Hunter
"Hunter!"
I feel fingers poking my cheek, but I try to ignore them.
"Hunter!!" The poking becomes increasingly stronger then it turns to shaking my shoulder. I still ignore it, lying on my stomach and burying my face in my pillow.
"HUNTER!!!" Someone gets on my back and starts jumping, as if I'm their personal trampoline, waking me up. I roll over, making the small body fall off my back, and catch them mid-flight. I start tickling him, causing him to laugh loudly.
"AAAHHH!!! Stop it! Stop it!!!" He shrieks, making me chuckle and release him. I sit up in my bed, meeting the eyes of my siblings, who tried to coax me to wake up for the past few minutes.
"What are you doing here this early?" I ask my brother Theo, who's been watching the rest with amused look.
He's 5 years younger than me, being born months after my mom and I came to the pack. After that, my parents have been popping kids like crazy, which is why I have 8 younger brothers.
"What do you mean early? It's almost noon!" Theo laughs amusedly, making me groan. I barely slept last night, hearing my parents' activities. Despite having all the bedrooms soundproofed, I can still hear them as if they were in my room. Cons of being a hybrid, I guess. My brothers, though, are pure werewolves. At first I found it weird, but apparently the Undead gene transfers only to the firstborn child. I don't really care about that. I love my brothers all the same. But since they are not hybrids like me, the soundproof walls work against their werewolf hearing.
I wish I could say the same. Despite my bedroom being the farthest from my parents', I still hear everything. And let me say this - it's gross.
I get up from my bed, dragging my feet to the bathroom, while my brothers stay in my room.
After a quick shower, I go back to my room, where my brothers are still waiting, making me frown. Why are they still here?
I put on my jeans, skipping the shirt, since I have to go to training later then we all head to the kitchen downstairs, where we find my mom on the counter and my dad by the stove. I don't think I've ever seen my mom anywhere else while my dad cooked. He never let her stay away from him for long, always carrying her around and keeping her close.
I've always thought their relationship was amazing. Them being so close really rubbed off on everyone in the pack.
