Chapter 4.

When I was ten my mother sat me down, looked into my innocently naive eyes and proudly said, 'Hazel, in a few years you will be a part of our worlds grandest tradition and be chosen by an Alpha.'  My response was always 'no thanks, mama'. I was happy gliding through life in school, with my friends, chasing and hunting in the woods. My only dream was gaining my wolf and going on real hunts and maybe one day, if I were lucky, join the Shadow Guard and work for the council. That all chipped away slowly as I grew up and before I knew it I was eighteen with no mate being told it was time I partake in the Hunt. Not as a hunter, no, girls couldn't be hunters. Us girls were the prey, hunted like a deer in the woods until caught by an Alpha and becoming his claim.  I shiver as I stand thinking about this tradition, the one I had been told was an honor and that I now was part of.  There wasn't much time to ponder on the past when the Lycan King suddenly moved toward us. He had been watching for