Kris Riot is a man forced into living in the wilderness of Alaska. He gets more than he bargained for when he saves a stranger from death. Litte was he prepared for the troubles that soon followed.

Cold Hunts

As of this moment, Kris and Kayden were staring down at each other and everyone was waiting in anticipation for what was about to come next. 


The air was cold and still. Not a single hint of a breeze. The Northern Lights slowly dimmed down leaving on the moon for a source of light. The entire forest was quiet. Not even the tiniest insect dared to make a noise. 


Both Alphas' breaths came in the forms of mist as their bodies surged with the heat. It was like they each had an intimidating aura that only they can sense. 


Eventually, Kayden moved first, going for a low blow. Kris was not able to notice it in time and got hit directly in the stomach. The fist was contacted with more force than Kris could handle so he dropped to the ground on one knee. Kayden looked down at him, beyond disappointed. 


Kayden: "Is this seriously what I have been listening to? You are pathetic." 


Devil's Kiss