Hunting Stories and Snow Angels

What he was doing lately he didn't know. Everything in his life had died down, and even though he had had expected the worst it never came. Kylar never came for his head, Zara hasn't been around, and Jupiter hadn't come to torment him. Tortuga was at peace with Amenti, and so far, Glaciem had remained at bay. Now he needed to focus on his pack, his wife, and his family. He was an alpha now, something he had always dreamed to be, and he would embrace it. Many members knew Newt as their queen, but did they know him as their king? Did his name bring chills to their spines, or was it simply an unknown calling? He needed them to know who he was, he wanted them to know. Psychotic or not he was the alpha, and if he wanted members to stick around, he needed to show himself. That's how he ended up here, trailing after Champion, the beta, who seemed to be in the middle of a hunt. She called for others to join, so why not the alpha himself join in? He loved the taste of blood, hell, he thrived on it. Powerful legs drove him toward the woman. He remembered her from Tortuga, and he wondered if she would remember him too. When she came into view he slowed his pace, stopping a good yard away. Amethyst eyes fell upon her figure. God she was so... tempting. As big as himself, powerful as a bull, and the looks weren't too bad either. God he could just... No, he couldn't. He shook the thoughts from his head. He promised Newt his loyalty, and he would never break that promise. "Champion, my alluring beta. What compels you to lead a hunt? You know, I don't mind a little blood shed myself." His lips curled into a devilish smirk, tail flicking eagerly behind him. This had been the first time he had ever spoken to her, and she was his damn beta!