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The Huntress Wolf

Maia comes from a long line of werewolf hunters, a collective group of humans hellbent on wiping out the mythical werewolves of Silvermoore woods. While most are just regular humans with a burning hatred for the wolves, a handful, like Maia, can be blessed with superhuman abilities to help achieve the mission of ending the century-old feud. Being the heir to the position of Hunter King, or Huntress Queen, in her case, Maia must step up to her duties and fulfil her father’s wish of slaying Kai the Alpha, a powerful and feral manbeast that leads the entire pack. Unfortunately, Maia usually does not see eye to eye with her father’s and clan’s practices. In the midst of conflicting resolutions, she meets Kai and instantly feels connected to him, harbouring a deep attachment to the supernatural creature that can be seen as all but normal. But why is this so? What abilities does she have? Will she bend to her father’s will and become the ruthless, vile queen he needs her to be? Will she explore her deep attachment to these creatures, and possibly find romance along the way? And can the werewolves and hunters possibly work together to stop an existential threat that threatens to wipe Silvermoore, along with its citizens, from the face of the map? All this will be unravelled as we join Maia in her quest for self-discovery and purpose in “The Huntress Wolf”.

Tonye_Alalibo · Fantaisie
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30 Chs

The Grove

The woods of Silvermoore were silent, too silent. No rustling of trees, no chirps or hoots, and most importantly, no howls. 

The moon cast a soft glow on the forest floor. A heavy mood hung in the air as all the wolves of Silvermoore marched through the foliage. In their middle, was a bloody battered figure that they had all come to know and love. The women wept, the elders sulked. Even the Wolf cubs felt the overhanging pain in the air. 

The figure was carried on a stretcher made by binding small wooden logs together with vine horizontally. To his side was the pack Beta, Tyril, and behind him was Drew. Both wolves looked down in despondence at the beaten sight of their Alpha. 

Four wolves heaved his stretcher above their heads, strong and desperate to get him where he needed to be. At first glance, one would think that the wolves were arranging for his burial. It seemed as much.