The Alphas Hunter.

Imagine this.

You're running in a forest, it's dark and the only guide you have is the moon, providing small patches of light. Your breathing is heavy as you continue to jump over fallen branches and roots sticking out of the foggy ground, almost as if reaching out to hold you down. You want to stop and take a breath, to give your body some time to rest, but the hungry growls and rustling behind you reminds you that if you stop, you're dead.

My parents raised me to protect myself, specifically against the creatures of the night. Against the werewolves, those who could shift into wolves when they choose.

I stopped running once I reached a clearing, a field, grassy and open, before I pulled out my bow, grasping it tightly in my hand, my arm reaching for my silver arrows, pointing solely in one direction, I close my eyes and breathe as the beasts near.

"Come and get me".

...

Alyla Winters is a Hunter, a werewolf hunter more precisely. Since birth she was taught how to torture and kill the creatures of the night, slaves to the moon. It was in her blood and she was a promising hunter, the greatest one the world would come to know.

That is until she meets Alpha Xander, the werewolf king, the most callous and menacing man she would ever meet.

But despite him being so callous and menacing, she can't find it in herself to kill him.

And so she does the only thing possible.

She runs.