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155-HUNTER AND HUNTED

Author: J L FLETCHER
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-21 11:16:01

Shiloh and I moved at the same time. We pushed the doors open to the courtyard.

The morning was bright. Clear. Birds, banners, stone.

And ugly words, smeared across the outer wall in harsh strokes of paint:

HUNTER SCUM

WOLF KILLERS

DOWN WITH THE KING

Heat hit my skin. Not embarrassment. Rage.

Behind us, I heard chairs scrape. Boots hit stone.

“What the hell,” Shiloh said quietly.

Ronan swore.

Kofi went very still.

Harris muttered something under his breath that sounded like an old curse.

Fintan stepped up beside me, eyes half-lidded, studying the letters. “Fresh,” he said. “Done before dawn.”

Ryder joined us, jaw tight. “Could be one drunk idiot. Could be a group.”

The factory women were clustered in the doorway now, wide-eyed. They’d been used as stock, as breeding tools, treated worse than animals. They’d stepped into a new world and found hate painted on the walls.

“Our welcome banner needs work,” I said, voice a bit too steady.

Shiloh snorted once. “Someone’s brave, I’ll give them
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