The White Wolf with strange markings fell to the ground with a yelp, glaring up at the wolf that stood above her. A young brown female wolf stood atop of her with her paw pressed harshly against her. A snarl placed itself upon the Female's snout as she looked down at the Stranger. The Wolf form of Marcus barked harshly at the other wolf as if demanding her to release Emma. The young female looked at him for a moment in curiosity before letting go of the white wolf. Emma's wolf seemed to snap as she watched the Female who attacked her look at Marcus obediently. Standing, she quickly lunged towards the brown female, sinking her teeth into the Brown wolf's scruff. Using an unknown amount of strength, Emma threw the wolf harshly to the side, snarling as fresh blood covered her once pure white teeth. The brown wolf whimpered as she attempted to stand, before cowering at the sight of the white wolf's glowing, angry, eyes. Emma growled loudly, watching the once seemingly dominant female cower below her gaze. Marcus' wolf rushed forward, brushing his shoulder against Emma's in an attempt to calm her. Emma's oddly colored eyes watched him curiously as he nudged the injured female, checking for any Fatal injury. In a quick moment, the Tribal wolf collapsed, causing the other two wolves to look at her curiously, watching as she reverted to her naked, unconscious, human form. The two quickly shifted, themselves. Marcus looked at the young female next to him that had short, messy brown hair with golden blonde highlights. Light brown eyes gazed at him as he sighed, awaiting her comment. "Marcus, who is this stranger you allowed into our lands?" The male walked up to Emma, checking her pulse, "Emmalyn Hunter. She helped me, and I smelled the scent of a wolf on her. I assumed she was a shifter like us, but yet, didn't expect that. She had no idea she was a Werewolf." He picked her up in his arms. "Your Father will want to-" Marcus glared and snarled at the girl making her bow her head, "I am aware, Lydia. I will not allow him to harm her like he did to you females when you joined the pack." Marcus, looked at the Auburn haired girl's pained expression, unaware of the Jealous gaze Lydia held. "Why are you so protective of her, Marcus!? She smells of another Male. She is probably of another pack in hidin-" Marcus glared, letting her know she crossed a line, "Silence." Lydia's ears grew a light pink at the tips and she bowed her head more, "I..I apologize, Alpha...".
Slowly she began walking towards the hunting lodge that laid dormant and forgotten among the forest, The base of the Bloodmoon Pack. Lydia walked into the lodge, allowing Marcus to follow her, gaining the eyes of 7 others that rested in the lodge. The Bloodmoon Pack was the smallest pack in history of wolves, once they were ferocious warriors, now they lie as simple outcasts. Marcus laid Emma down onto the couch in front of the others, "Charolette." He called to a young adult woman with black hair and sharp hazel eyes. "Can you get her some clothes?" He asked kindly, as the woman smiled and nodded. "Who is this girl, My son?" A deep voice chuckled from behind the group. A male with brown hair that was graying and glowing golden eyes smirked towards the naked female until Marcus blocked his view. "Father, This is Emmalyn Hunter. She is a... New.. Werewolf." Marcus slowed as he began to think for an excuse. Marcus' father frowned upon hearing the name then looked to Marcus, "And so now you want her to join the pack?" "Father, She doesn't know anything of Werewolves!"
Marcus' father froze and furrowed his eyebrows as he glared at the girl, before turning his heated gaze to Marcus. "And you know nothing of her." And with that he turned on his heel, walking away from the group. Marcus allowed his father's words to echo in his mind. 'And you know nothing of her...'
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Hidden Origin
Werewolf(First Book in the Sealed Fates series trilogy) Emma Hunter has always had a growing interest in Wolves and The Woods that rest behind her home in Sandpoint, Idaho. She was often the kid in school that would stare out the window in class off in the...
