Kiara still stood frozen by the doorway, looking at the alpha with a gaze he wholeheartedly understood. “I-I don’t want to go with you.”

“I know.”

“Then...Then why did yo...?”

“It’s simple, I didn’t want to go on 'The hunt' this year... I don’t feel like it.”

Yeah right...that was a lie, he wanted to go more than anything. Bringing something to it’s knees, biting into its neck until it bled was just what he needed to appease the anger rolling around in his chest... and yet here he was saying something like...

‘I don’t feel like it.’

Was he a f*cking idiot?

He’d never missed the hunt before, it only happened once a year and every year this very day would be the best of his life.

He brought down the strong and toyed with the weak just because he could. He’d hunt bears, boars, deers, he’d slaughter them and bring them back here as meat.

The raw smell of blood was always thrilling to his senses, the cries of pain from his prey, the struggles, the anxiety in its very last breath...Zique wa