Alpha Mine
A group of Shadow Moon wolves, Kane Weston, Kayla, Lucas, and a few others I recognized from my entrance ceremony before the memory wipe were surrounded.
By Bounty Hunters.
Remember when I said humans either loved us, hated us, or didn't care?
Yeah. There's actually a fourth category.
The humans who utterly detested us. The ones who binge-watched too many episodes of Supernatural and decided they were God's gift to monster-killing. They hunted us for money, for pride, and because their mama didn't hug them often enough.
And these bastards were here.
On wolf territory.
There were around fifteen of them standing in a semicircle, guns raised, silver bullets strapped across their chests like the
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