The Alpha's Hybrid Luna

Aphrodite ran, she ran for their life. She flew through the woods, he four paws thundering on the ground with each step she took. She was weak; she knew this. But her younger brother, who clutched onto her large wolf, holding onto the fur as if his life depended on it, was her priority. Aphrodite didn’t care if she was caught, as long as her brother, Eros, was safe. She ran as fast as she could, not bothering to glance back at the men who were chasing her. She somehow felt the moment she crossed into a pack’s territory, and she sighed in relief because she knew the men chasing her wouldn’t dare following her here; it’d be a death sentence for them. She slowed to a trot, taking deep breaths, trying to calm her breathing and racing heart. She heard a snarl come from her right, but she couldn’t focus on it as she collapsed to the ground, automatically shifting to her thin human form. Eros landed on top of her, crying out her name as she lay unconscious. Eros was crying for her to wake up, begging her to listen and wake up. The pack land she had crossed into belonged to the fiercest pack in North America who also just happened to be the largest pack with just over 600 members: the Blood Moon pack. The snarl came from the Beta, Zaydon. The Gamma, Zayne, and several warriors surrounded Aphrodite and Eros while Zaydon entered the circle the others had formed. The warriors and Zayne stayed in wolf form, while Zaydon shifted back to his human half. Zaydon took in the condition of the collapsed wolf and the younger child. They were rail thin, they had cuts and bruises all over, burn marks most likely made by silver, and the girl, who Zaydon gathered was Aphrodite, had whip marks all over her back. When he saw their condition, Zaydon knew he needed to help these people. He mind linked Zayne and the warriors to stand down before mind linking his Alpha, Zyaire to come immediately. Zyaire confirmed their location before cutting the link and shifting into his huge midnight black wolf to get there as quickly as possible. Zyaire arrived a few minutes later, his composure faltering for a few moments before he regained control of his facial expressions, Zyaire was angry; he was angry at the condition of the two wolves in front of him, and he was angry at the people who were so cruel to do this to these wolves, regardless of if they were rogues or not. He felt an unexplainable connection to the girl, Aphrodite. His wolf was insisting it was their mate, but there was no strong scent; no immediate attraction, and no sparks when he touched her to check for a pulse. Zyaire chalked it up to the fact that she was injured, badly, and he felt he needed to help her, help them. They were clearly innocent; they even still had pack marks on them. But they smelled of rogues. Zyaire began wondering if they had been kidnapped, and he knew he had to find out what pack they belonged to. Maybe he could get them back to their family. Zyaire began forming a plan – he’d get them healthy, find out what pack they belonged to, and return them for their happy reunion. His wolf growled at that – at the possibility of his mate leaving them, but Zyaire refused to think this child was their mate. She looked so young, after all, maybe no older than twelve or thirteen. But then, Zaydon informed him that she had come in wolf form, and Zyaire knew then that she had to be at least sixteen, because that’s when they gain their wolves.