Hunters are silent. Hunters are invisible. They seek one thing and one thing only. Werewolves. Erin Jameson. An elite member of an underground organization known as HUNT, has gone rogue. She managed the impossible. Hunting solo is a feat no one had yet to attempt, but she did. But after one critical mistake, Erin is captured by the enemy. Of course she expects to be executed, but what happens when the Alpha of the pack is her mate? And what happens when Erin leads HUNT strait for them? Can Erin somehow manage to escape, while her world and everything she thought she knew is turned upside down, especially while battling with her heart and mind? After all, if you've been buried alive in a glass coffin with a sleeping cobra on your chest, there's a way out. there's always a way out. p.s. this is my first story and I've never done this before so please be nice.