#Chapter 7 The Hunt

Alpha Alexander’s POV

The following weeks passed by in a blur of hunting, patrolling, and training. Our pack had grown stronger with every passing day, and we were starting to establish ourselves as a force to be reckoned with in the werewolf community.

But despite our newfound confidence, there was still a sense of unease that hung over us. We knew that there were other packs out there who would see us as a threat, and we were constantly on guard for any sign of danger.

One day, as I was out on patrol with my packmate, Jackson, we caught wind of an unfamiliar scent. It was the scent of another werewolf, but it was unlike any that we had ever encountered before.

We followed the scent trail through the woods, trying to keep a low profile as we went. Eventually, we came upon a clearing, where we saw a lone werewolf standing in the center.

He was a towering figure, with fur as black as the night sky. His eyes glowed a bright red, and his muscles rippled beneath his fur as he turned