Jack Anders (M)

The sound of howling makes you leap from your bed, the hairs on the back of your neck raised in alarm. An intruder.

You sprint out of your room, others brushing past you in order to reach the commotion. When you reach the centre of the warehouse you've all taken residence in, you see him.

The Alpha, your father, in his beast form, hackles raised, teeth bared and his claws on the intruder's throat. The air grows thick. The intruder is a hunter.