Marked By the Hunter's Daughter

With numerous attempts of Night hunt for the Primordial Alpha Wolf not a single one was successful.

Although powerful injuries were delivered to the Primordial Alpha but in exchange, casualties of Alpha Wolf falling to their demise.

Not one or two but about a dozens of Alpha killed under the fangs and claws of the Primordial Alpha recently over the past few months. To further explain the power and strength of the Primordial Alpha the death count of Alphas, betas and omegas over the years weren't included in the aforementioned.

However not a single one of them was innocent, they all had blood on their hands before their death all due to ignorance and for the sake of power.

What power do they seek for? The Wolf's Legacy. The Primordial Alpha Wolf was the first ever created, Aged over a thousand years. A legend among the history of werewolves.

Rumours had it he possessed the Wolf's Legacy, an unspeakable power which could be only be taken by killing the Primordial Alpha. But no one ever confirmed it.

The temptation of the Wolf's Legacy resulted to the countless non ending hunt attracting other Wolf's packs. However things are about to change.

Darkness blanketed the forest like a heavy cloak.

Alexander moved carefully through the underbrush, the strap of his old backpack digging into his shoulder. The flashlight in his hand flickered, barely lighting the narrow trail ahead. Behind him, Raymond grumbled, swatting at mosquitoes.

"This was your idea," Raymond whispered. "Hunting rabbits at night? Seriously?"

Alex smirked. "You said you wanted fresh meat, not supermarket garbage."

"Yeah, but I didn't sign up for getting eaten by something bigger than us."

Leaves rustled to their left. Both boys froze.

Alex raised his flashlight slowly, its beam trembling just a little. The light caught a pair of glowing eyes between the trees low to the ground, unmoving.

Raymond leaned closer. "That's not a rabbit."

Alex didn't answer. His heart thudded loud in his chest. He took one step back.

Then it happened.

A deafening roar tore through the woods. Low, guttural, animal but not like anything they'd ever heard before. It echoed through the trees, and the ground itself seemed to shake beneath their feet.

"RUN!!" Alex shouted and they bolted running as fast as they could.

Branches whipped against their faces. Roots snagged their shoes. Behind them, something massive crashed through the trees louder, faster, closer. Raymond stumbled and nearly fell, but Alex grabbed his arm and yanked him upright.

They didn't look back.

The roar came again, closer this time. Alex's lungs burned, legs pumping like mad. All he could think was Keep running, don't stop, don't look back but then something slammed into him from the side.

He hit the ground hard. The beast drove it teeth into Alex hand and Pain exploded inside him. He rolled over, eyes wide and saw it, the beast has red terrifying eyes and then everything went black.

......

He jolted awake gasping for breath and soaked in sweat. The sheets tangled around him like vines. The alarm clock screeched beside him, pounding in his ears like a siren.

"Fuck!" he snapped, bolting upright. His hand flew toward the clock, ready to smash it-but he stopped himself just in time. Aunt Laurel's warning rang in his head: Break one more alarm, and you're getting a sundial.

He gritted his teeth and hit the button instead. The ringing stopped, but his scowl stayed.

You're on borrowed time, clock.

He swung his legs over the bed only to freeze with a sharp gasp. Pain shot up his left arm.

"Argh..." he hissed, grabbing it tight. His fingers brushed something-bite marks. Jagged, raw. His skin was swollen, angry red.

A flicker of memory hit him: growls, flashing teeth, something big lunging out of the dark. But it was fuzzy. Like a dream slipping away the moment you tried to hold it.

Then it hit him hard.

A wave of heat behind his eyes. His vision dimmed, turned red, then flashed back. In that moment, he saw something a beast, eyes glowing, roaring in the dark. He couldn't tell if it was a bear or a wolf or something worse.

Then it was gone.

He stumbled back, crashing into the wall, gasping like he'd been punched in the chest.

"What the hell was that...?" he muttered, holding his head.

Whatever it was, it felt real. Too real. But now it was just silence again.

Except the pain. The bite was still throbbing.

You're losing it, Alex. Maybe it's just the flu. Or rabies. Awesome.

He dragged himself to the bathroom, still shaken.

Ten minutes later, showered and wrapped in a towel, he stared at his closet like it owed him money. After going through nearly every outfit, he finally picked something decent: light blue T-shirt, blue leather jacket, black jeans, and ankle boots with colorful flares.

He checked the mirror. Not bad. Looked like a badass.

He ran his hand through his hair winced.

"Shit," he hissed again. The bite mark pulsed under his fingers.

Grumbling, he dug out the first aid kit, cleaned the wound with alcohol, slapped a plaster on it, then wrapped a bandage around his arm. Alexander rolled down his sleeve and went downstairs when the smell of breakfast hit him hard. Warm, salty, perfect. He followed it into the dining room.

Maximus, his ten-year-old cousin, was already there, stuffing his face.

""Hey, Alex!" chirped Maximus, his ten-year-old cousin. The kid's blond hair stuck up in all directions, and his grin was as bright as ever.

"Hey, Max. Looking sharp for the girls, huh?" Alex teased, sliding into his chair.

"As always," Max replied proudly, puffing out his chest. They exchanged their signature handshake-a rapid sequence of slaps, snaps, and a final fist bump.

"Pfft. As if he has any," came a sharp voice.

Alex's head turned, locking eyes with Abigail, Max's seventeen-year-old sister and Alex's personal nemesis.

"You came back late last night," she said, lips curved into a smug smirk. Her ponytail swayed with each subtle tilt of her head, red lipstick accentuating her taunt. "Care to explain?"

Alex raised a brow, unimpressed. "And I owe you an explanation because...?"

Her glare sharpened, but she didn't respond. Their rivalry was as old as they were constant, exhausting, and entirely predictable.

Before the tension could escalate, Aunt Laurel breezed in from the kitchen, balancing two plates. Despite being in her early forties, she radiated warmth and youthful charm. She was the only reason Alex tolerated this "punishment." After his latest string of fights, pranks, and general chaos at school, his influential father had shipped him off here, stripped him of his generous allowance and privileges.

To Alex, it wasn't punishment. It was freedom.

"Good morning, Miss Laurel," he greeted, instantly softer as he took the plates from her.

"Morning, Alex. Out late again? Did you sleep okay?" Her voice was kind but carried a hint of concern.

"Yeah, sorry for worrying you. I was at archery practice with Raymond. Crashed hard when I got back," he lied smoothly.

"Just be careful," she said, eyes lingering on him before she turned to pour her coffee.

The food before him was simple scrambled eggs garnished with mashed fish, tomatoes, and onions, served with neatly sliced bread but Aunt Laurel's touch made it taste like heaven.

He scooped a generous helping of eggs onto his bread and took a massive bite. Flavor exploded on his tongue-juicy, savory, perfectly balanced. It was enough to make him forget about the mysterious bite for a moment.

"This is amazing, Miss Laurel. Nearly bit my tongue off," he said through a satisfied grin.

She chuckled. "Just a simple breakfast, but at least someone appreciates it. Unlike some people."

"Oh come on, Mom!" Max and Abigail said in unison and they all laughed.

Alex cleared his plate and walked to the kitchen, humming to himself.

Then Ding-dong the doorbell rang and the room went silent. They all turned to the door looking at the direction.

They all had the same thought.

Who was at the door?

Alexander went to open the door and clear his curiosity. To his surprise he saw someone familiar.

"Hi Ms Laurel, hey Max, hey Abigail" Raymond stuck his head out and greeted before entering. He moved towards them while Alexander went to his room to get his bag.

They greeted Raymond back but for a reason he felt uncomfortable by the gaze of his Principal. Yeah his Principal! Ms Laurel was Alexander's Aunty and also their High School Principal and well as expected she was nice but also very strict. I mean very very that she made Raymond afraid because he never knew what of her he would meet each them the see.

Whether it was the nice part of her of the very strict one.

Under the heavy gaze his eye shifted and connected to the delicacy on the table in front of Max and his eyes glowed like he had seen a treasure.

His mood brightened and switched to his agile self in an instant.

"Hold up is that scrambled eggs garnished with tomatoes and onions with... oh damn sliced milk bread my favorite!"

"Max do you mind?" He quickly asked. Seeing that the kid didn't mind he went to grab the food to stuff if into his mouth but before he could do that a Alexander caught his hand and redirected him to the door.

"Am back let's go" Raymond was caught off guard and he knew his hopes to eat were gone because they had to leave now so he gave up and squeeze his chest enduring the false heart ache he got from admiring a delicious meal and not getting the chance to eat it.

Not even a single bite? His eyes begged but seeing Alexander expression he finally let it go.

"Fine let's go"

When they were about exiting through the door Ms Laurel called out Raymond and his neck shrunk by her scary voice.

"Have a nice day" He nodded unable to speak before sighing in relief and then dragging his best friend quickly outside.

Man that woman is a real definition of torture.

.....

Vroom! Vroom!

The sound of two powerful engine surparsed other lower sound. Two exact model of powerbikes halted in the parking lot, it had two different colours. The one Alexander got off from was black while Raymond's own was deep dull blue with a bit of black.

"Well what excuse do you have to say now that I won" Alexander uttered praising himself while sprinkling a bit of mockery at Raymond.

"Let's say Lady luck decided to pity you today" The shameless boy spat out. They both owned the two bike so they decided to race from Alexander's house to school and that was Raymond's true purpose of going to Alexander's house.

The two walked towards the school building which was filled with students flowing inside the school. Star Field High School was a High standard school enough to contain the whole student in the city. The duo climbed up the the stairs while scanning for familiar faces while chatting.

Alexander laughed at Raymond's reply before speaking.

"I don't remember there being a rule like - stop and wait for Alexander to admire some hot chick before we continued the race"

"Wait we don't have that rule? Then we should surely add it" They burst into laughter but slowly silenced by the countless gazes that shot at them as try opened the school front door to enter the building.

Well what could they say it's not their fault they were at the top table of the famous student in Star Field High School known for their trouble making.

They always got into trouble one way or another. They smirked and moved towards their lockers acknowledging the gazes with their expression.

"We have gotten more famous Ray"

"All thanks to the promotion the school gave us" As for the promotion, he meant all the detention, punishment and bad deeds being talked about by the teachers and students kind of promotion.

They arrived at their lockers selecting the books to take for their first period.

"About last night...how is your hand that got bitten, I wasn't able to see the animal were you?" Raymond launched his question as his locker was closed.

Alexander paused when he heard Raymond and then his hand slightly touched the injured area which was covered by the leather jacket sleeves.

His mind travelled back to last night as he attempted to remember what happened. The image was blurry in his head but he still remembered how it started.

He and Raymond heard a load roar from an animal before the rumbling and ground shaking took over. That was when they took their heels, it's happened so fast when he jumped the next minute he felt a deep sharp pain from the bite and before he could really see what bit him he crashed down and was knocked out.

Gathering the information his eye flashed and he was able to realise something. He spoke.

"I think I know now it was..."

.....

12 Hours earlier.

Star Field City was a well developed city despite it being well developed there were forest around the city with thick bushes at certain locations.

Those deep forest where used for game reserve and hunters were were attracted to Start Field for that purpose, making Start Field special for some people.

Inside the deep forest, an unusual event was occuring starting from the wind blowing fiercely due to the speed of the shadows running in between and avoiding the trees. Twigs snapped and the floor was vibrating a bit. The shadows the passed by were a pack of werewolves that had been traveling to this city and they finally arrived during the sunset.

Unlike other strong werewolf pack, they were far much stronger, fiercer and merciless to their target. This werewolf pack also had one goal with was to take the Wolf's Legacy by killing the Primordial Alpha Wolf.

They were the Calamity Blood Wolf Pack . A pack of ruthless and power hungry Alphas in a total number of 15. The Calamity Blood Wolf Pack hunted other Alphas for more power in the past to reach the powerful position they were in presently.

They had no betas in their packs as they signified weakness in a werewolf pack. They had heard about the hunt going on for months about the Primordial Alpha but they knew no one was capable to putting the old wolf to rest so they waited patiently for the Primordial Alpha to be greatly weakened by the numerous attacks before choosing to strike and now the time presented itself to them and they were ready.

They chose to strike last when the Primordial Alpha had received a lot of injuries.

According to their information, the Primordial Alpha had been weakened very well so they decided to attack tonight and reap the gain for their pack so they could increase their powerhouse strength.

.....

Within the Star Field City the Shadow Moon Wolf Pack, a large pack got a first hand information and immediately informed their pack leader.

"What! The Calamity Blood Wolf Pack are here coming to Star Field?"

"Damn!" He couldn't believe what he heard, actually he didn't want to believe it because he knew things were going to turn for good to bad for them if this happens.

The Shadow Moon Pack Leader panicked upon receiving the news. He thought about the Calamity Blood Pack evil deeds with their power and he felt a cold chill down his spine making him shiver. This kind of feeling made he furious and afraid at the same time.

Some minutes later he relaxed his mind and thought about it once more.

'Normally I thought the Calamity Blood Pack were distance away or unwilling to take the risk so they avoided joining the battle but I was wrong. They intentionally didn't intervene so they other forces could weaken the Primordial Alpha and casualties will also be on them while they would get the kill ' Finally figuring it out he frowned so hard his face became cold.

He wasn't going to back down easily as he had powerhouses behind him even though it was incomparable to the Alpha Pack the temptation on the Primordial Alpha's Power got into head he was read to sacrifice for it.

The leader's eyes shone deep red as he looked at the beta behind him.

"Nothing changes, proceed with the plan and send a message for an urgent meeting now to all the pack leaders" The Shadow Moon Pack Leader spoke and the beta was astounded but under the pack leader's order who was he to defy?

He nodded in reply and vanished from his spot.

"This needs to be done tonight, I have sacrificed a lot for this, no one can stop this from happening" He slowly murmured thinking about the Alpha Pack.