Chapter Twenty Nine

Chapter Twenty-Nine.

Nicholas's POV.

Yes! It is now evening. As the predator that we are, Hillary and I have stayed up the woods, having surveyed every part of it. A few hours ago, we heard the Hunters arrive. Some of their men, actually, but when I sensed their aura, I can tell these are highly trained.

To be honest, it didn't scare me, not even an inch. Hillary and I have been checking up on them, watching as they think they are hiding, surveying the woods, too, and surrounding it.

We know every hidden places some of them has stayed. And the funniest part of it all is that they think they are alone here, the smart one here, and the one who's one step ahead.

As I have said before, Hunters are just an advanced human...unfortunately, yes, blessed with paranormal powers. They deserve it not. They earned it not. All they do is want to either kill us, Vampires, or the Werewolves. One can say that is why for the past centuries of years, Werewolves haven't shown their faces. I can't even