All Chapters of Hunter/Hunted: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

*MARLOW*"The father and the lycan have joined forces, this is a problem." The Old Man said to Cecilia, "they're getting desperate.""Yes they are, we need to break up their little party." Cecilia said, "I know Charles, he hates werewolves even more so than he does vampires. All we have to do is place a little doubt in his head and the alliance will desolve.""What do you have in mind?""Marlow. He is a fantastic hunter, he will go there... sneak into the camp and kill one of the lycans and plant evidence in Charles' house. Then that will begin causing termoil. Naturally the alpha will confront Charles and they'll fight about it and it will only lead to more strife. If we have to, we can send Marlow a few times to kill hunters and lycans, just enough for the two leaders to give up." "Fantastic idea." The Old Man said with much pride. "Marlow, what do you think of this idea?"As they spoke he realized this was the exact oppurtunity he needed to do what needed to be done. He smil

*THEO*Theo decided it was best not to interrupt Sebastian and Charles during breakfast. They needed time alone to bond and understand each other. Tensions were high anyway as both fought their nature to kill each other, if there were two wolves while Charles was tense it could cause issues. So, Theo decided to brave a walk around the small hunter town. Everyone knew who he was, they knew that some werewolves were going to be visiting town to help search for their beloved Blaire, but seeing one so close that wasn't an enemy was shocking to most. He watched people avoid him, or glare. Children stared at him wide-eyed with a wonder that only a child can possess. Tending to one of the horses he saw a beautiful woman. She had long black hair and caramel skin, native american he believed. He couldn't help but stop his walk to look at her. To admire every curve of her body. She was obviously very active because she was in great shape. He wasn't sure what he liked looking at most

*CHARLES*The dawn came gray and cold.Charles stood on the hill above the compound, hands clasped behind his back, watching the first light crawl over the horizon. It should have been a holy day — Blaire’s Ascension. The day she would have stepped into her full strength as heir to both bloodlines.Instead, the world felt hollow.Wind rolled through the dead grass, bending it like the world was bowing its head. Behind him, the compound was quiet — too quiet. No sparring. No laughter. Even the children who used to run the yard kept indoors now. The hunters were losing faith, and for the first time in his life, Charles couldn’t blame them.He’d buried too many of his own.And his daughter was still gone.He drew in a slow breath, exhaled smoke. The cigarette between his fingers had burned down to the filter. He hadn’t slept in two days. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her face — not as she was, but as she could be. Pale. Twisted. Lost.“Blaire…” he murmured, voice rough. “If you ca

*SEBASTIAN*It hit him mid-stride.One second, his boots were pounding through wet earth, breath steady, storm on his heels— The next, the world tilted.A sharp crack split the air inside his chest. His heart seized once, twice—then detonated.Sebastian stumbled, catching himself against a tree as heat exploded beneath his skin. Every vein lit up at once. Gold fire. Pain and pleasure tangled together until he couldn’t tell which was which.He gasped, clawing at his chest. The mark on his wrist flared, molten, glowing through flesh. Steam hissed off his skin where the rain struck it.Then came the pulse. Not his heartbeat.Hers.Thump. Thump. Off rhythm. Wild. Alive.The sound vibrated through his bones. His breath hitched; his vision blurred. He could taste metal—blood from where he’d bitten his tongue.His spine arched. The wolf beneath his skin howled, claws pushing through his fingertips before he realized he’d shifted halfway.She was burning through him.The air thickened, he

*SEBASTIAN*She moved like lightning.One blink, and she was on him — claws flashing, teeth bared, a blur of green and shadow. The air cracked with the impact. Sebastian hit the floor hard, her weight driving the air from his lungs.Her face was inches from his. Her eyes blazed like molten suns. Not a trace of recognition.“Blaire—”She roared.The sound wasn’t human — it shook the walls, rattled the lights overhead. Glass shattered in the observation chambers above. Alarms flared, then died under the weight of her voice.She slashed for his throat. He barely managed to twist aside — her claws grazed his shoulder, tearing through leather and flesh. The pain was sharp, grounding