Chapter One

WRiter's Pov

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Many Years ago.

"Mother, when is Father going to take me hunting too?" The little boy held the hem of his mother's dress.

"Oh my boy" his mother carried him in her arms. "Your father would take you when the time is right, okay?"

"Is it because I have not shifted into my wolf form yet?" He pouted.

"Come on Ryder, that isn't the case. The woods are just dangerous for you at the moment"

"But Ryker is with father…"

"Ryker does not hunt with your father darling. Just like you are here, helping me with cooking food, Ryker is there merely helping your father to pick prey"

"I also want to pick prey" he cried.

"You will." His mother tried to console him. She looked into his eyes, seeing the determination and longing in them. As a werewolf family, hunting was a vital part of their lives, a rite of passage. But Ryder was still young, his powers not fully awakened.

"Promise me, my sweet boy, that you'll be patient. Your time will come," she whispered softly, running her fingers