LOGINEverything happened so fast that I couldn't process it, and just like that, the hunt began.
My miserable life was being hunted, yet I wanted to live so badly that despite the way my heart was racing in fear and my whole body was trembling, I stayed focused with the only thought in my mind. To survive. At least that was what I owed myself. That was the only thing I had left on earth right now. The loud humming of Ice's engine drowned out the fast beating of my heart. I engaged the throttle to accelerate, trying to get away from them as far as I possibly could, but fuck. I had never felt how slow I was at full speed compared to a werewolf's speed in wolf form. They were extremely fast, and that was something I knew. I had always watched in jealousy and craving as the wolfless girl I was. Now I was experiencing it firsthand in a first-class seat while holding on to my life that was in danger. Behind me, four massive wolves tore through the forest. Their growls were loud and terrifying. They weren't wolves anymore—they were beasts chasing me down with so much anger and rage. Just what the hell did I do? Because they really wanted to tear me apart and kill me. And how did I know? I could sense the intent to kill. The bloodlust was damn visible to me. I could feel death waiting in the shadows for me. Goosebumps covered my entire body. 'I'm not going to die... I'm not, I'm fucking not dying.' I glanced at my rearview mirror and saw their eyes glowing like demon lights. This was really happening. My own pack was hunting me down. "They're right on me... damn it," I hissed under my breath. They'd transformed into full wolves, hot on my heels, and as I expected, they closed the distance like it was nothing to them. GRRRR!! One of the wolves clawed at my leg, but I instinctively made a swift turn, evading the scratch. I yelped in rage filled with fear. "Get away from me, you bastard!" I cried, gripping the handles tighter and forcing Ice to surge forward. I had barely just escaped a close call that could have torn my skin easily and ripped through my bones. Damn, I felt a cold feeling in my leg. That was fear at its peak. "Come on, Ice... faster, faster!" I muttered, gripping the handlebars as the speedometer climbed—60, 70, 80. My chest rose and fell in panic. But still, their growls pressed closer, their scent heavy in my nose. Sweat was already forming, running from my head down to my neck. From behind me, I heard Maxwell's voice bellow, "Make sure she doesn't get away! That's the order from the Pack Leader!" What? My father? No, no, no. It can't be. Why would my father want me dead? It can't be. Maxwell was definitely lying and using my father's name to command the pack members. That piece of shit!!! I still couldn't control my heart that never stopped racing. "Over my dead body," I spat, though my voice cracked with fear. "You'll have to do better than that!" These weren't guards anymore—they were hunters. Bloodthirsty wolves trained for this, and they hunted exactly to kill. And me? I was nothing. Just a weak girl on a bike who could only hope to flee from this bloody hunt, since I couldn't transform into a wolf to defend myself. What the hell was I even saying? Even if I had my wolf, how the fuck could I defeat four raging beasts chasing me down—with Maxwell, one of the best fighters in the pack, leading them? The path ahead was rough, branches whipping across my visor. "Hold it together, Ice... don't you dare fail me now," I muttered. Then I finally saw hope right ahead of me. My eyes widened, and strength from nowhere overwhelmed me. My adrenaline pumped like crazy. For a moment—just a moment—I thought I might actually make it. The speedometer hit 90. The wolves were falling back slightly. The border had to be close. I could do this. I could— Then I heard it. A much deeper and angrier growl from behind me, and I just knew who it was. Maxwell's massive grey wolf form burst through the trees ahead of me, cutting off my escape route. He stood in front of me in a predatory stance, ready to pounce on me and tear me apart. "Shit!" I pressed the brake and slightly turned the bike, drifting to a stop. My hope shattered like glass. I was so close to jumping over the cliff, away from all the beasts trying to devour me. Now I'd lost all hope I had. Was I really done for? Is this really how I was going to die? Man... fuck it then. I wasn't going to make it easy for them at all. If I was going to die, then I was going to die trying. My hand gripped the throttle hard and fired up the engine. The tires spun wildly, and I moved forward—right at him. But that was a mistake. A huge one I couldn't avoid, as my eyes suddenly glanced at the side mirror and I saw a wolf diving at me, claws slashing down. Oh God, I thought. It was indeed too late. Two choices flashed through my mind in half a second: It was either I let the wolf hit me and die torn apart on this road. Or— I risk surviving the fall. Without much thought I made my decision and that was to go down the cliff. I twisted the throttle all the way and aimed Ice straight at the cliff. The wolf's claws raked across my back as I launched into empty air tearing through my leather, skin and muscles, that pain exploded in my body as blood dripped down my back. I endured the tear and the next second that I flew, jumping to the other end of cliff. Realization hit me. I couldn't reach it. Gravity remembered I existed, and I watched myself plummet toward the river below, Ice and I falling together into darkness. I held unto my last thought: At least I chose how I'd die.AIDEN’S POVI’ve been in this world long enough to know that both humans and creatures — werewolves, vampires, and everything that moves in the spaces between — have a tendency to mythologize violence. They dress it up. Give it weight it doesn’t always deserve. Some call it the warrior’s call. Some call it the honor of a clean kill. Some call it a fair fight.I understand the impulse. Mythology makes uncomfortable things easier to live with. It turns brutality into something the mind can file away neatly, something with shape and meaning and a story attached to it.I’ve never found it useful.Violence, to me, has always been a transaction. You weigh the cost. You check if it’s worth the return. Then you execute. Sentiment about the method is a luxury that belongs to people who don’t do it for reasons that actually matter.Tonight, like I had said, the reason I was going to be violent didn’t matter at all. I needed no reason to.I gave out the order and my pack went to it immediately.
She's not going to run.'"No, there’s no need, she has nowhere to run to" I agreed.She did a systematic sweep, left to right, measuring the circumference of the situation with those dark eyes. Running the numbers. Arriving, I suspected, at the same conclusion I would have arrived at in her position — which was that the numbers were terrible and that there was exactly one variable in the entire situation that was not yet fixed.Me.So I stepped out of the tree line and walked toward her.My boots were wet and the forest floor was soft after the rain and I made no particular effort to be silent. There was no point. She knew I was there the moment I moved. She turned to face me before I had taken three steps, and the shift in her focus — from the pack to me, from the general to the specific — told me she had already identified that I was the Alpha. Not by my size, not by my leather, but by the way the other eyes and body adjusted when I moved. It was a Pack orientation. She'd grown up
The current had her, and she was too tired and too hurt to fight it head-on, so she didn't. She worked with it instead — angling herself, conserving, reading the water rather than battling it.It was the right call. It wasn’t the call an experienced swimmer made, she that was panicking suddenly gain a real energy and strength all of a sudden.She was battered and bleeding and half-drowned and she suddenly changed the table with such boost.Something definitely had happened there.I had been told this girl had no wolf. No power. Nothing exceptional.But with what I just saw I was revising that assessment in real time.The branch caught her, or she caught it — I couldn't tell anymore which was which. She pulled herself hand over hand along it with arms that had no business still functioning, clawed up the bank on sheer will, and collapsed face-first into the mud.I came in downstream and surfaced quietly, moving to the bank twenty feet from her. Stood in the shallows and watched her I s
My wolf made a sound that, in a human, would have been a laugh. It wasn't quite that. But it was the closest equivalent.'Did she just aim the machine at him.''She was going to hit him.''A mortal girl on a motorbike was going to ram Maxwell — full shift, two hundred and thirty pounds of Black Shadow's head enforcer — head on.'"I am aware of what she was attempting to do, yes, it was stupid and dumb, and extremely desperate."Unfortunately she didn't get the chance to complete it. One of the flanking wolves — Daniel I think, from the angle — came in from the side, claws first. The motorbike went down. She went with it.My jaw tightened. As expected.I watched Maxwell's wolves pull back — not to help her or to finish her, but to play. That was the word for it. The deliberate circling, the strategic intervals between lunges, the way they let her get back to her feet and grab the bike again not because she'd escaped but because they were choosing to let her believe she had. They wan
The girl refused to give up, she was still moving, she tried fighting back and refusing to be in that situation.I found Maxwell in the chaos on the far bank, tracking his grey form through the undergrowth. He was a known quantity — I had a file on him, of sorts. Not a literal file; I didn't keep paperwork. But the kind of comprehensive mental record you maintained on individuals who were assets to your enemy and therefore potential variables in your planning.Maxwell had been Quinn's head enforcer for eleven years. He had a gift for obedience, which made him useful to Howard, and a gift for cruelty, which made him good at his job.He also had a habit of enjoying the hunt more than the conclusion.Which meant he would play with her first. Which he had done.From that Howl he was going to end it now.Nathan identified the other three when they moved into better light near the water's edge.“Beside Maxwell is Marcus. Daniel. Peter.” He said silently to me.“Who are they? Are they strong
AIDEN'S POVI have watched a great many hunts in my life, one of which I enjoyed, some I was hunted. Mostly, I have run some of them myself. I have been the quarry in others — in the early years, when being a rogue Alpha meant that every established pack within three territories felt entitled to test whether you could be removed. They all learnt the hard way and never got the chance to use such lesson.You see you learn things about a hunt from both sides. You learn what the hunters are telling each other in the pitch and spacing of their howls.You learn what the quarry is thinking from the direction of their movement, the choices they make at forks in the path, the difference between a person who is running in panic and a person who is running with a destination in mind.The girl definitely had a destination in mind.That was the first thing that struck me as strange.The second was her determination and will to live and survive.Her tenaciousness was way over the top.We had take







