The Alpha, The Luna and The Sister

The sun sets on another day and the moon rises high into the sky. The moonlight bounces off their fur like a mirror making them shine like a star in the sky. The grass and sticks cracking under their paws as they run towards the creek. They were so close now that they could hear the water crashing over the rocks. Owls are hooting in the trees as they run past them.      Once at the creek they stop to take a drink and rest. Shawn stretches and starts to change back to his human form. He takes the clothes from his ankle and gets dressed. As he’s pulling his shirt down into place a silver wolf bumps his leg. He looks down and smiles at her. The silver wolf is his little sister Abby. She’s just learning to change and is scared to do it alone.     Shawn bends down and pets her neck. “It's ok, Abby. You can do this. You don’t need me to change with you.” He smiles as he nods for her to try and change on her own. She whimpers again but tries again. This time it works and she changes faster than last time. He claps in approval. Abby smiles back as she gets dressed.     Once they’re dressed they meet the pack back in the clearing near the road and start to build the bonfire. When everyone else from the pack shows they light the fire and sit on the ground. As everyone is laughing and talking another car pulls up headlights shining on them. The stand thinking it's someone coming to cause trouble. The door to the car opens and a tall beautiful woman steps out dressed in a red dress.     Shawn steps forward to introduce himself. He sticks his hand out, “Hi I’m Shawn. This is my little sister, Abby.” The beautiful stranger smiles and shakes his hand. “My name is Deya. My dad gave me that name. It’s short for Delayne.” Shawn nods and says, “It's nice to meet you Deya. To what do we owe the honor of you joining us?” Deya looks at Shawn’s pack and says, “All of you. I came for you and your pack.” Shawn looks at her with surprise and then anger.     All of a sudden he hears a gun being c****d back. Then he hears another and another. He looks up to see hundreds of men come out of the treeline with rifles and the rifles are aimed at his pack.  “Why? What do you want from us?” She smiles and shrugs her shoulders. “It’s my legacy. It’s in my blood.” Deya puts her hand on his shoulder and continues. “As a hunter I have to track every single one of you down and kill you.”