THE WEREWOLF HUNTER WHO LOVES ME

arbar

ha had its advantages, and I could feel the warmth and respect from everyone recognizing my birthday. As I imagined the warmth of being cradled in a safe embrace and supported by strong arms, I couldn't help

e unrestricted by social conventions over the hierarchical divisions that come with positions. Throughout the evening, my father Marcus-the pack's current alpha-organized a lavish

But the pressure on my feet became apparent. "I apologize, but I just need a little break," I said to my dancing comp

intercepted me. "Hey, going somewhere?" she inquired, her eyes reflecting genuine concern. "J

embrace of nature. Clad in an alluring, flowing red dress – my favored colors be

assault on my skin. I gave in to the wild's appeal and, in true rebel fashion, let go of my high heels to enjoy the fe

fits and tight jeans. However, I was pushed by my family to wear this massive dress on this specific

ring his mate is a man and suddenly grappling with an unexpected twist of se

joy, sorrow, or frustration. The place where I unraveled my thoughts and e

on the effort in favor of simply relishing the dark blue expanse of the night sky. With my e

olf within me, snapped to attention, attuned to the rustle of leaves and the subtle shifts in the forest. My senses

tion thrust into my core and then slowly withdrawn. The mysterious encounter in

mous

a female werewolf," o

to me, and aliv

ous werewolf deaths couldn't heal the gap left by her death during childbirth. I had turned into a hunter, a merciless killer of these animals, especially t

f- I began to think, interrupted by the arrival of the

beyed, securing her with sterling silver chains that weakened

I dismissed the feeling, walked over to her, and gently raised her chin with my thumb and index finger. Her beautiful da

t's wrong with you? I s

sational?" my father beamed, entering the r

n wasted no time in complying. An unexpected pang of displeasure surged through me at the thought of them touch

at challenged my hatred for her type, and I thought that maybe I should kill