Semua Bab Hunted: Bab 41 - Bab 50

SILASThe moon hung high in the sky, casting a cold, silver glow on the forest floor. My breath came out in sharp white puffs as Desmond dragged me out into the woods, his grip tight on my arm. Around us, the pack of wolves moved silently, their eyes glowing yellow with hunger. The veins in my body throbbed, each pulse like fire under my skin.“Look around you, Silas,” Desmond hissed in my ear, his voice sharp with anger. “These wolves are hungry, and tonight, the hunter becomes the hunted.”He moved in slow circles, and I clenched my jaw, refusing to look away.“And now what?” I asked, my lips curling into a bitter smirk. “You finally get your revenge after all these years? And then what?” I tilted my head, mockery dripping from my words. “It all ends tonight, doesn’t it? Nearly two decades, and it ends here.”I balled my fists, nails digging into my palms, but I didn’t let him see the pain. Desmond wasn’t the only one craving revenge. Even if I died tonight, I would make him pay for

RILEYI was wrong. It wasn’t simple.The man sensed me before I could get within ten feet of him. In an instant, he was gone, leaping to the side like I was nothing more than a passing breeze.“Are you fucking out of your mind?” Desmond spat, brushing snow from his dark shirt with infuriating calmness, like I wasn’t standing there with knives in hand.My grip on the blades tightened. My chest burned, every labored breath steaming in the cold. I kept my eyes locked on him, refusing to glance at Silas, even though the sound of his pain—bones cracking and grinding—filled the air.“I shouldn’t be the one you’re trying to hurt,” Desmond said as his lips curling into a smug smirk. “You should be trying to kill the hunter, hell I could let you in on the fun..”“You’re hurting him,” I growled through gritted teeth, inching closer, sweat trickling down the back of my neck despite the biting cold.Desmond’s smirk grew wider. His glowing yellow eyes gleamed in the low light, like a predator toyi

SILASSomething warm brushed against my cheek. Gentle, slowly—like it wasn’t meant to wake me but couldn’t help doing so. My eyes snapped open, and there he was. Riley. His hand stayed on my face, his fingers trembling as he stared at me.It wasn’t relief in his eyes. Not exactly. Relief would’ve been too easy, too kind for me. No, what stared back at me was jagged and raw, a mix of anger, pain, and hate.My lips twitched into the ghost of a bitter smile, as the memory of our reversal came to my mind. Back at the farm, it had been me tending to him. Now the roles were reversed.I shifted, trying to sit up, but the weight on my wrists stopped me. Not pain—chains. Cold and tight on my wrist. My gaze flicked back to Riley, who hadn’t moved, hadn’t flinched, his hand still hovering over my skin like he wasn’t sure whether to hold on or pull away.“Riley,” I rasped, his name cracking on my tongue, the word too dry.His expression changed in an instant. His hand fell away, and his lips curl

RILEYI couldn’t stop pacing. Every second that passed felt like a countdown to disaster. It had been over an four house since Silas disappeared into that compound, and every what if clawed at my brain.What if he was caught? What if he was dead? What if I’d already lost him, and I was too much of a coward to stop it, to follow him?“Fuck,” I hissed, gripping the car door handle. My chest heaved as I stared at the treeline where he’d vanished. I should’ve gone with him. Should’ve followed sooner.No more waiting.I swung the door open, stepped into the biting morning air, and ran toward the compound.The sun had risen, painting the sky in soft blues and yellows, but it didn’t ease the dread crawling up my spine. Birds chirped overhead, oblivious to the hell happening in my head. I reached the metal gate, gripped the cold bar, and swung over. My feet hit the snow, sending a sharp jolt up my legs.I paused, scanning the open space. Too exposed. If anyone was watching, they’d see me.I b

RILEYI couldn’t wait any longer. Orin was taking too damn long, and the thought of what he might be doing to Silas made my blood boil. So I barged in.The door slammed against Orin, sending him flying to the ground. My chest heaved as my eyes landed on Silas—trapped inside a damned glass cage. His fists were pressed against the barrier, his expression a mix of relief and fear.Orin groaned as he got to his feet, wiping blood from his nose. “You’re still following my boy like a lost pup, I see,” he sneered, straightening his stance.I didn’t let him finish. My fist collided with his jaw, snapping his head to the side. He stumbled, but not for long—his recovery was too fast.He grinned, blood trickling from his split lip. “Still as weak as you were in my basement,” he mocked before lunging at me.The memory of that basement flashed through my mind—the chains, the cold stone floor, the way he laughed every time.The hesitation cost me. His shoulder slammed into my stomach, driving us bo