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Chapter 41 – Research

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Noah

"You're a liar."

I stop folding towels.

My whole nervous system stops, actually, because that voice is supposed to be at school right now, forty minutes across town, learning fractions or whatever they teach you at fourteen.

I can’t quite remember, it’s been a while.

Leon Sweeney is standing in the doorway of Apex Fitness with his bike helmet still on.

Platinum hair sticking out from under it. Same exact shade of cornflower blue eyes as his sister’s glaring at me.

Holding a backpack he's g
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  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 41 – Research

    Noah"You're a liar."I stop folding towels.My whole nervous system stops, actually, because that voice is supposed to be at school right now, forty minutes across town, learning fractions or whatever they teach you at fourteen.I can’t quite remember, it’s been a while.Leon Sweeney is standing in the doorway of Apex Fitness with his bike helmet still on.Platinum hair sticking out from under it. Same exact shade of cornflower blue eyes as his sister’s glaring at me.Holding a backpack he's gripping like it's a weapon, which, considering he’s also from a hunter family, isn't impossible."Leon. What the hell are you doing here? Does your dad know you're not at school?""You're a liar," he says again, louder, and his voice cracks right down the middle of the second word. He hates that so much I can see it.Great.Fantastic.The nine a.m. cardio crowd is comprised entirely of retirees and every single one of them just got very interested in their pace statistics.Dax appears out of the

  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 40 – The Fence

    NoahDax not smiling is wrong.Deeply, fundamentally wrong. Like the sun coming up green.The kitchen's still warm, the fire's still going, and I'm halfway out of my chair before I know what my body's planning, because apparently some idiot instinct in me has decided the terrifying forest witch needs to leave him alone.Him. The Alpha. The one with claws.I’ve never once felt the urge to challenge Lillianna’s bluntness on my own account, but the urge to protect Dax is all I can feel right now.Good sense has gone for a stroll."Sit down, Noah," Lillianna snaps and my body remembers where I am.I sit down.A lifetime of training, and one old woman in an apron gives an order and I obey without thinking. It’s always been that way.Lillianna hasn't moved.Her eyes stay on Dax, who's holding his mug like it's the only thing keeping him from running out the front door."Well?" she says. "What do you think you're holding?"He’s really thinking about this.Considering his answer carefully bec

  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 39 – The Tea

    DaxThe forest is screwing with us and I'm the only one bothered by it."We passed that stump already.""We didn't."Noah takes a left at a deer trail that wasn't there thirty seconds ago."She's deciding whether to let you in.""Me? You're here too. And she told you to bring me.""I'm always allowed in. You're new."He ducks under a branch."Try to smell trustworthy."The trees are watching us, the wolf says, hackles up, turning circles inside my chest. Trees should not watch.Agreed.My whole territory, every acre of it, I know by smell.This place smells like nothing. Like a held breath. Like the woods put a hand over their own mouth when we walked in.Then the track simply gives up being coy and there's a clearing, a cottage, smoke, herbs drying under the eaves, and a goat looking at me like it’s considering its plan of attack."Morning," I tell the goat.The goat maintains eye contact and urinates."He likes you," Noah says.The door opens before either of us is close enough to k

  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 38 – What It Smells Like

    NoahThe gate guard at Northgate Reserve is nine years old.She's got a juice box, a lawn chair, and the whole entrance covered, and when my truck rolls up she holds out one hand like a tiny traffic cop while she looks me over."You're the gym human," she decides. "Dax said to let you in. You smell like a bad Sunday.""You have no idea, kid."She waves me through, already back on the juice box.It’s the first time I’ve been here, and driving into the den my father wants a green light on, all I see are signs of normal lives being lived.I drive past trim lawns and porch lights and a street hockey net somebody only dragged half off the road.I texted Dax from the driveway at home.Coming over if that’s okay?I don’t want to cause problems with his pack, but his reply was a thumbs up and a pin drop, sent immediately, without any hesitation.I love him a little for it, in a way that does not require closer scrutiny.The air smells like charcoal and half the block's in his backyard.I almo

  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 37 – Grace

    Noah"We don't eat until your father sits," my mother says, which is how every Sunday of my life has started, and I put the fork back down like a good soldier.Tori, across the table, mouths KILL ME. I mouth back SEEN AND NOT HEARD. She flips me off below the tablecloth with real feeling.Dad's on the phone in the hall, running somebody down in that tone that never rises and never needs to.Mom hovers by the roast with the carving knife, not carving, because carving is his job.My collar itches.I picked the highest one I own tonight, buttoned to the throat, because somewhere under it there's a mark shaped like a mouth, and I'm eating pot roast six feet from a man who’d carve me up if he knew who put it there.That's not a figure of speech. That's the actual table I'm sitting at.Dad comes in, drops into the head chair, and the house exhales into its assigned positions."Kowalski," he says, to no one, meaning the phone call."Had a leech cornered outside Barrie and let it talk its way

  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 36 – Terms and Conditions

    NoahTurns out Dax hears earn the right to sleep in the bed as time for revenge.He flips us before I've finished the sentence, and now I'm the one on my back on my own mattress with two hundred pounds of smug werewolf sitting on my thighs, and he's looking down at me the way I probably looked at the kappa.Like something he's got a plan for."You made me beg," he says."You offered a presentation, I didn’t make you do anything.""You hummed.""You seemed to like that at the time.""Oh, I did. But I’m not letting you be better at this than I am."His head lowers and his mouth stops directly over my right nipple, close enough that his breath lands on the steel, and my whole body feels like it’s being engulfed in some heavenly kind of fire."Let's talk about this.""Let's not.""When did you get it?""Nineteen. Dax. Fuck."The asshole is blowing a concentrated stream of air directly on my nipple and it’s doing things to me."Why?""Lost a bet to Tori. If your mouth isn't going to-"His

  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 4 – Downwind

    DaxFor the last hour I've been telling myself I'm only out here to keep the idiot from getting himself killed.It's a good lie.Responsible.Very Alpha.The kind of thing my father would've said with a straight face right before going off and doing exactly what he wanted.Truth is, I caught his tr

  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 3 – Sign

    NoahThree miles from where you should be standing.The asshole could have at least given me a direction.Fortunately, I’ve learned to trust my instincts.Hunters don’t have any inherent magic, but our senses are more developed than those of ordinary humans.So here I am.Three miles out from the N

  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 6 – Tells

    DaxThe thing's in pieces at our feet and my body's still waiting for round two.I never come down off a kill clean. My blood's still up, ears still straining, every muscle still voting to hit something else.I don’t think it’s a werewolf thing. It’s an adrenaline thing.So when the wolf decides to

  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 5 – Carrion

    NoahThe wolf hits it like a truck, and the thing barely rocks.Wrong.Two hundred pounds of Alpha at a dead run should fold anything with a spine.This rotten thing takes the hit, slides back a boot-length in the dirt, and swings an arm the size of my leg.The wolf has to wrench sideways midair to

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