Fated To The Werewolf Huntress novel The beginning

Damien's POV

Mom and I lean silently against the comfy sofa, staring both frightened and worried into empty space.

"No... no Kai" Mom whisper's, running her trembling hands along her pale skin, unable to hide her tremendous fear and anxiety.

"Do you believe we'll emerge victorious?" she questions, breaking our akward silence.

"Honestly mom,I have no idea. We both know of black eagles hunter clan and their brutality,they are more Swift and smarter compared to us. Dad and his army posses almost zero percent emerging victorious today" I reply, having trembling cracks within my voice, earning deep heaves and sighs from her.

"Moon goddess be with us" I mumble, staring directly towards fidgeting mom.

For centuries, black eagles hunter clan remained our packs enemies.

Both sides consistently engaged in numerous clashes and battles, desiring pulling each other towards extinction and elimination. The black eagles hunters are extremely skillful,Swift and agile, sometimes doubting our imagination to them being supernaturals and not mere humans.

Thousands of extinct werewolf packs had fallen by their silver blade's.

Our heated rivarly once again commenced weeks after discovering one amongst their hunter dead before our pack borders, activating the long hatred between both clans.

"Where the hell is Drake? His presence here is important!" Mom angrily inquires, pulling my thoughts back to reality.

"Am right here mom, making my absence a big deal isn't much of a wise idea" Drake echo's, walking through the entrance door, having an akward and suspicious look plastered over his face.

Knowing Drake since birth, his akward and suspicious expression signifies possible negative occurrence.

"Spill it out Drake,what's going on?, the current expression on your face reveals secretive informations beneath your sleeve's, spill it out,you know am right" I exclaim, staring inquisitively towards his blinking eyes.

"That's the problem Damien,you know me perfectly well. It seems you physic towards me alone" he mumbles,smiling sheeplessly.

"Whatever Drake, what exactly is going on?" I inquire, staring at his beautiful curly blonde hair and ocean blue eyes.

Pulling down his sheepless smiles,his expression slowly morphs into a serious one.

"Dad's dead" he spills, feigning hurt and ingenuie pain.

"You kidding ?" I chuckle, unable to find the tinest truth within his statement.

"Of course not Damien, screwing with such news ain't fun,he was confirmed dead by the fellow warriors. They revealed he was murdered by a masked feminine hunter,they retreated seeing their alpha dead, " he explains, leaving my lip agape while mom whimpers in self denial.

"If still under doubt,his lifeless body lays right outside the royal cottage,he was brought lifeless by the surviving beta's" he adds, sounding unconcerned and unbothered.

"Trickster..." I accuse, superspeeding outta the royal mansion while mom fidgets behind me.

"Father..." I call,superspeeding towards a pale lifeless body crowed by half the pack members.

Fighting my way through the resistant crowd,I finally arrive before his lifeless corpse.

His heart missing,bladed by a silver blade. A perfectly skilled hunter alone possess such bravery to perfectly blade an Alpha's heart..

Drake was right. He's dead!!!.

"Dad..." I whisper, crashing heartbroken before his cold lifeless body.

"Impossible,this can't be!!" I cry, unable to endure the emotional and physical pain.

No,no......Kai" Mom whisper's, running her trembling hands along hiscoarse and whitish coloured skin before bursting into deep tears.

Titting my heartbroken gaze upwards, the packs submissive eye's gradually collide against mine.

"Alpha" they echo, crashing respectfully to their knees.

days later

Damien's POV

The cool silk surfacing breeze melodiously whistles past my ear and it's lobes, sending cool tingling sensations down my spine.

Despite the winds cool and alluring temperature,it obviously seems unable hiding the sadness and negative emotions surfing within it.

Feeling lost and dumbfounded,I lean against a tree, watching four pack members all in black coloured attires pull dad's casket closer towards his already dug grave located accurately at the centre of the cemetery.

In accordance to our pack laws and tradition,alphas and prestigious well known pack members usually are set ablaze after death, signifying their hasty ascension back to Zeus and the gods but normal classed werewolf are buried similarly to humans.

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"He was a good man, alpha and leader,he cared about the walfare of everyone including the less previledged,he ruled and fought with and for honour and dignity, he's the perfect alpha any pack and beta would always desire and request,he certainly was the best" beta Lucas concludes, battling the tears continuously threatening to fall down his eyes.

Pulling my red coloured hurtful gaze towards sobbing mum visible in a black coloured Bobby gown and wrapped within the grasp of her best friend Lydia,huge sighs laced with obvious confusion escapes my dry coarse lips.

"Alpha, your speech and final respect" dad's beta, Lucas whispers audibly into my ears, pulling me from my neutral fantasy towards the fierce boring and expectant eyes of every werewolf present.

"Am sorry but I'll pass,I seriously have nothing important to say,other important relative's can but honestly I can't" I exclaim, earning painful sighs from everyone present.