Page 13 of The Alpha's Huntress

We tripped and almost fell on our face.

‘Nice going genus. You’re going to mess up my face.’ I yelled at Gavin.

‘Fine. You take back control.’ He gave me control.

We were behind a bush next to a clearing.

There was three guys in the middle of the clearing.

I sniffed the air. Rogues.

I mentally growled and listened to their conversation.

They were taking about a pack. My pack.

“So it’s settled. We attack the Midnight Fire Pack. Let’s start heading back to tell the rogue king.” A blond one said.

Before they took one step an arrow went straight through the blond one’s heart.

A hunter!

Cue another mental growl from me.

I hate hunters.

The rogues looked in the direction from where the arrow came from.

The hunter jumped down and landed on her feet.

Wait? Her!?

I’ve never seen a female hunter before.

Wouldn’t that make her a ‘Huntress?’

The rogues growled in disgust at her.

She had a black mask, army pant, combat boots, leather jacket, leather gloves, and a hood over her head.

She had black hair in a side braid and green eyes.

There was a faint scent on her. It was cinnamon and vanilla.

Either she’s my mate, or someone’s making cinnamon rolls nearby.

I’m going with the cinnamon rolls one.

She grabbed an arrow from her quiver and pulled the string back.

“Don’t move, or I’ll put an arrow in your eye.” She threatened.

My wolf purred at the sight of her.

‘What the heck Gavin. Do you have a crush on her!?’ I asked him.

‘It’s not me it’s you. I know your thinking dirty thoughts.’ He smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him and turned my attention back to the huntress.

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