All Chapters of To Love The Hunters Daughter: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

EvelynI had been in the attic for quite some time thinking, dreaming. Of a different life, one where I wasn’t bound by my father’s constant rules.Where I could slip between shadows unnoticed. Where the forest didn’t feel like a prison’s edge, but an invitation.Everything had its place in the Vale house. My satchel and book went straight to the small chest at the foot of my bed. The window I’d left cracked earlier had already been shut and locked—likely by one of the maids.Even the air felt staler, like someone had scrubbed my presence from the room while I was gone. I trailed my fingers over my desk, grounding myself in the routine I’d outgrown.I was allowed to read, but only after training. Only the books Father deemed “appropriate.” War tactics. Weaponry. Field medicine. Nothing with magic. Nothing romantic. Definitely nothing where the wolves weren’t monsters.But he couldn’t monitor my thoughts. Not yet.I descended the stairs just as Father entered behind me, boots heavy on

EvelynThey didn’t speak. Not once.Not that I had anything left to say. My throat was raw from screaming—though I couldn’t remember when I’d stopped. My wrists ached, bound tight with rough cuffs, and my boots dragged across the uneven forest floor.The werewolf who caught me stayed just behind my shoulder, claws brushing my arm whenever I slowed. His silence was worse than shouting. I would’ve preferred threats—anything over this watchful, waiting menace.Only the crunch of leaves and the occasional snap of twigs filled the air.I was surrounded.Three, maybe four others moved on either side of me. Cloaked in shadow, hulking—half-shifted, but not human. Somewhere in between. Somewhere terrifying.We walked for what felt like forever.The trees grew denser. The air colder. Each step deeper felt like crossing a line I couldn’t return from.The compound was long gone. Swallowed by forest. I didn’t even know which direction it was anymore.They didn’t speak to each other either—just co

EvelynThe door closed with a hollow click, and I was alone again.I stood in the stillness, arms wrapped tightly around myself. The room was carved from rough stone, lit only by the thin gray light filtering through the barred window. It was larger than a cell—cleaner, warmer, even—but still a cage. No locks. No chains.Just one clear message:You’re not a prisoner.You just don’t belong.I let out a shaky breath and sat on the edge of the narrow bed. The mattress beneath me—soft, which somehow made it worse. My hands trembled as I pressed them into the blanket, Rafe’s voice still echoing in my mind:“The daughter of a killer walked straight into my territory, and my wolf wants to tear the world apart for her.”He hated me. I saw it—the war in his eyes between instinct and memory, rage and something quieter. But under it all, there was pain. So much pain it clung to him like another skin.I should’ve been afraid of him. Maybe I was.Just not in the way my father warned me to be.I was

EvelynI felt it before I understood it.A hum beneath my skin. A whisper in the blood.Something ancient had awoken overnight.Not loud—but constant. Persistent. Calling.I thought I was just tired.But when I reached for my cup of water that morning, my hand trembled. When I moved, it felt like my own body wasn’t entirely mine anymore. Something else pulsed beneath the surface. Watching. Waiting.I pressed a palm to the wall, breathing slowly.This wasn’t fear. Not like what I’d felt in the main hall when they’d demanded my blood. This was… different.It was warm.Unsettling, yes. Foreign. But not cruel.It felt like longing.And I hated that it carried his scent.I hadn’t seen Rafe since the confrontation. The guards brought food now—always warm, always enough—but I barely touched it. Whether that was his command or someone else’s, I didn’t know.But it didn’t stop the tension building in my chest like a storm.I tried everything to ignore it. I walked the room, sat by the window, b

RafeThe training grounds were empty, just the way I liked them. The moon hung low over the mountains, casting everything in a silver-blue sheen that made the world look softer than it was. My shirt clung to my back, soaked with sweat. I’d been training for hours, hammering fists into sand and soil, trying to outrun the one name that wouldn’t leave my head.Evelyn.Even thinking it made my chest tighten. I could still smell her on the wind, sweet and warm and unsettling in a way that rattled me. Her scent clung to my lungs like smoke. Every time I exhaled, it was like breathing her out—and every inhale just dragged her back in.I hated how badly I wanted to go to her. To mark her. Claim her. Finish what we’d started that night.But I wouldn’t. I couldn’t.A crunch of gravel behind me. I didn’t turn.“I thought I said I wanted to be alone,” I muttered.“You did,” came Cassian’s voice, steady. “Didn’t sound like a suggestion.”He tossed me a towel. I caught it without looking.“You look