Waylon Batman Novels & Stories

He always mistreats me whenever the Alpha is not around. Alpha Waylon Hunter is a kind Alpha in his early forties. He was quite devastated when his mate and daughter passed away, such that he almost died of depression but with the help of some therapists, he eventually overcame everything and he's now in a better place, running this Pack as if his life depends on it... well, it sure does.

It was just strange that he was submitting to me without me doing more than shove him into a tree. “He’s part of our pack, Luna,” a familiar voice called out. “Why are you calling her Luna?” Alex questioned out of breath. Alex is here? I turned my head and looked behind me. Trooper Bryant stood, though not in uniform, with all his piercings and arm tattoos on display. Next to him, trying to catch his breath, was Alex. “I told you to stay back at the house, boy. Are you deaf or just too dumb to do what a trooper tells you?” Bryant rolled his eyes.

This must be the borders. I seen a man standing with smaller boy that had a bag on his head. That was obviously Dom. I got out of the car and stood with Shannon as Leon and Liam walked over to the men. As Leon walked over, a large man came out of the group of men in front of him. The man gave off as much power as Leon did. He was about the same build as Leon, but this man had caramel coloured skin, with hair that looked like coffee swirling in the wind and the most intensive eyes the colour of dark chocolate. Alpha Hunter.

This man in front of me could be me, in like forty years or something, I just have no idea how that's possible unless I've got an uncle or something I never knew about. "Who are you?" I ask dumbly. "Oh Cain, think about it. I'm family." He waves his hand over his face and laughs. "Now, you better get on home before those rogues come looking for these guys. You were darted with wolfsbane, so it's going to take a good few hours to get you back to your pack. I'll sort this out and be in touch." "Are you an ally or an enemy?" I ask, staring at his face to see if he's lying.