Reborn For The Vicious Alpha

This was it. She was going to die. That was Freya's thought as the huge black wolf closed up on her. She had just slumped and fell, feeling weak to her bone after getting chased down the wild forest of Eryndor by this very creature she had detested all her life.

As the daughter of the greatest werewolf hunter that had ever existed in this city, it would be a big shame to get eaten up by the species she had hunted along with her father.

Her breath shook, two pairs of oceanic blue eyes narrowing at the fierce golden ones of the wolf. 

Just then, she felt the wolf's hot breath on her neck, and she squeezed her eyes shut, ready to be eaten and torn alive. But to her amazement, nothing happened after a few seconds; she only heard its soft purrs. She slowly opened her eyes, still terribly scared, only to find the wolf golden ones peering into hers. 

The wolf only stood there, without moving. It wasn't going to kill her? It was staring at her, low growls releasing from its throat. Freya didn't know where she got the courage from, but her interest was deeply piqued.

Slowly, she darted a hand forward and touched the side of its large face even though her fingers were trembling. The wolf held her gaze, unmoving. It was relaxing into her hand. Freya was intrigued. There was something sacred about the moment. But it didn't last.

Within a flash of an eye, someone sprinted forward and jumped on the wolf, diverting its attention from Freya. Before she could comprehend what just happened, she spotted the wolf lying dead on the floor. She gasped, head veering up at the killer. "Lucian?" She called out.

"Are you hurt?" He asked with deep concern lacing his tone as he helped his betrothed up. Freya released puffs of heavy breaths, still obsessing over the recent event. 

"I'm fine," Freya lied, wincing as she put weight on her injured ankle. "Thank you." Freya's gray eyes darted to the dead wolf, lingering on it. "What did you kill it with?" She asked with deep curiosity.

"Wolfsbane, blood wolfsbane. It's lethal." Lucian gestured at the poisonous arrows he had used to kill the wolf; Freya nodded, still breathing hard. "S... something doesn't feel right Lucian, like we shouldn't have killed it" 

 Lucian's eyes softened as he looked at her, brushing a strand of sweaty brunette hair from her face. "You've always been a soft one, but Freya, it's high time you accept who you are, who we are. We are werewolf hunters." He paused looking at her before he continued. "It would have killed you if I didn't act fast, and in cases like this, you don't act on your emotions." 

"It didn't look like it was going to kill me." Freya told him, conscience biting hard at her.

"Let's go Freya, your father should be worried." He dismissed her concern. Without another word, Freya limped along with him, wincing as she walked with her injured ankle. Lucian assisted her to lean  into him for support as they made their way back to their hidden home.

Just after they left, the dead wolf changed to a lifeless naked human-the heir of the Twilight pack.

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Finally, Freya got home and Lucian narrated their most recent experience to her father, who was also his own master.