RISE OF THE ALPHA KING 11

Will’s four paws skidded to a halt even before he saw the arrow whizzing his way, the group of wolves behind him, coming just as much of an abrupt stop. It didn’t take a genius to know they were under attack.

“Dad, attack at the northern border.” Will fixed his stance and growled in the direction the arrow came from, he could hear footsteps and the crack of dry leaves and sticks, but they had yet to show themselves. Whoever this was wanted to get their attention.

The silver tip of the arrow split the bark of a tree a few feet away and if that’d been him, he would be in a lot of pain right now.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the prodigal son.” The hunter finally showed himself dressed in stereotypical black clothing and a long leather coat with the hood up and arms cut off and if Will wasn’t so pissed that the man took a shot at him, he would have laughed at the irony.

Six more hunters emerged from the trees as they got closer and Will was quickly coming to realize that they were outnumbe