THE ALPHA WHO HUNTED WOLVES

RAISA POV The first thing I remember is the smell of smoke and burning pipes. Then the screaming. It tears through the forest like claws through flesh. I’m running before I know where I'm going. My feet are covered with ash and wet leaves. The sky above Moonveil is wrong. It was a red blood moon which should be a blessing. But it wasn’t. I look up to see fire moving through the trees, while thick smoke rises to the sky. I looked through it and that's when I saw them. Men in leather vests who moved through the chaos, owning it. They had thrones on their back, and wolf skulls dangling from their belt, which made a clacking sound as they walked. Those were their trophies. “Hunters,” I whispered to myself. “Rasia….” My father’s voice cracked through the noise. He was the Alpha of our small pack. He was strong and looked unbreakable. U turned towards him…running. But I never reached him. A blast goes off. The shockwave threw me into the dirt as pain exploded thro

RAISA POV “I want you.” He says. “You've got teeth.” I freeze, smiling coldly “I bite.” “I noticed.” He straightens and addresses the room. “Has anyone got a problem with her staying?” A man to his right muttered, “Boss, we should…” Jaxon lifts his hand and silence snaps back into place. He continues to study my face, my stance, and the blood on my knuckles. Then he laughs out loud. No one dared to say a word. “Does anyone want to go another round with her?” He asked but one moved. He scoffs, “pussy.” Jaxon turns back to me. “You want to work?” “No, I'm just here for a drink.” I declined, which was my plan. “Working for me can get you many of those.” He steps closer, his voice lower than only I can hear. “And protection.” “I don't need it.” He grins, as if like finds me amusing. “Everyone does.” Midnight slams against the binding, a violent surge runs through me, making my vision blur. I clamp it down, breathing through it. Jaxon watches me, his eyes narrowing like h

RAISA POV The vehicle doesn’t bounce. That’s the first thing I notice. There were no chains or rattling cages. Just a low hum and the steady pull of acceleration, like we’re freight, not prisoners. Blue restraint bands lock my wrists to the floor rail, same tech as the seal, humming at a frequency that keeps Midnight pinned and snarling inside my skull. Jaxon sits across from me, with his hands free. Of course, they leave him unbound. He leans back, calm as ever, eyes tracking the faint light strips along the walls. “High-end transport,” he says mildly. “Rival camp’s improved.” I tested the restraint once but pain snapped up my arms, white and sharp. Midnight howls. I stopped. No point advertising weakness. The vehicle swerves and speeds up. Outside, I feel the forest fall away, the road smooth into city-grade pavement. Towers rise made with steel, glass, and electricity. We were back at Aegis. The city that eats wars and sells the bones. The doors slide open inside a fortified