Hello Simply Hopeless here with my first ever Wolf's Rain story. I don't own it and I hope you enjoy and review.

I was the Hunter, He was the Prey

Chapter One: Hunter POV's 1

I rubbed my head up against Quent's pant legs whining slightly as I breathed in the scent of vodka that now seemed to cling to his clothes.

"What is it Blue do you smell something girl?" Quent bent down slightly to scratch me between my ears.

I sighed inwardly and leaned my head into his fingers. 'I can't think of myself without pops. He is... he is everything to me. The only reminder of my young master Ruth,' I thought as I bowed my head down slightly at the memory of Quent's son.

"It's okay Blue I miss him too," Quent gave my side a gentle pat before straightening up.

'Pops,' I thought and looked up at him with those azure eyes of mine. Him and I had a special connection to each other that would never disappear... never.

Then she saw could hear someone yelling in protest and quickly took off after the sound. 'Wolf,' I breathed and howled at the chance for a chase.

"Don't let him go Blue!" cried Quent from behind me. He was already huffing slightly thought I was glad that he wasn't stumbling earlier like last time.

I tilted my nose up to sniff at the air gingerly and quickly veered to the left almost slamming into a wall close by.

"He stole my purse!" cried a woman somewhere. I ran faster my paws flying as I barely touched the ground and I spotted him barely as he ran up the fire escape to the roof. I paused for a minute wondering how I would manage to get up and then next minute I knew it was hurtling towards him my blood pumping with the thought of the wolf.

'He will die like the others. He will pay for killing my young master,' I thought and barely managed to scramble to the top. I paused only then, catching my breath and then I look at him.

He stood there looking at me smugly, golden eyes meeting azure before he jumped off the building and landed nicely on the ground. My heart faltered slightly and I quickly ran to the side of the building to see if he was okay. He had quickly transformed into his true form... a wolf and was already running off without a backwards glance to her.

I whimpered in disappointment as I saw the silver haired man disappear from sight then I felt Quent's hand lightly resting on top of my head. "I know what you mean Blue I'm disappointed that he got away but we'll get the bastard next time.

'Who is he?' I thought. I had barely noticed that Quent had come till now and was reluctant to pull away from the spot. But followed Quent anyway as he began to walk away.

We never did remember to return that purse because we forgot that it laid forgotten in the snow. That's how it is when you're a hunter.

The next chapter is in the Prey's POV.