All Chapters of To Love The Hunters Daughter: Chapter 71 - Chapter 78

RafeThe air felt too still. Too quiet for what was coming.I stood in my office, staring at the maps strewn across the table like scars carved into parchment. Lines, trails, markings—each one a choice that could save us or destroy us.Cassian leaned against the desk, flipping through a set of reports, his sleeves rolled up, sweat and dirt streaking his forearms. “Here’s what we’ve got,” he began, his voice clipped but steady. “One hundred and fifty wolves total. Forty scouts, thirty trained for direct assault, the rest strong enough to hold the defensive line. The healers are prepping supplies in case we get wounded. Those who were injured from last week’s patrols should be fit to run in another day or two.”I nodded slowly, tracing the curve of a ridge with my thumb. “And the Hunters?”Cassian’s jaw flexed. “Still fortifying their east wall. Scouts s

RafeThe forest blurred around us—shadows darting between trees, paws pounding against the earth in perfect rhythm. The scent of the Hunters grew sharper with every stride, acrid with oil and gunpowder. Beneath it, I could hear the faint hum of engines, the low buzz of electric fences straining against the mist.We’re close.Branches whipped past my face. The world was a blur of movement—fur, breath, and the thunder of a hundred heartbeats locked to the same rhythm.The first arrow sliced through the air, embedding in a tree near my flank. Then another. And another.The attack had begun.Move! I snarled through the pack bond.Wolves scattered, darting low through the underbrush, silent as ghosts. Ironridge thundered from the east, their howls splitting the dawn as they collided with the Hunters’ perimeter. Gunfire cracked through the trees—deafening but useless once we reached th

EvelynHands. Cold, rough, unrelenting.I woke to them dragging me from sleep, fingers clamping around my wrists. The fog in my head broke apart just as metal bit into my skin — click. Shackles. My breath hitched, the sting burning deep where the iron met flesh.“What—what’s happening?” My voice came out cracked, barely human. “Rafe?”“Shut up.”The word landed like a slap.The air stank of sweat, blood, and damp metal. My vision swam; the world tilted between slices of torchlight and shadow. Two—maybe three—men surrounded me, faces half-hidden behind masks. Hunters.They yanked me upright. My bare feet scraped the concrete floor, my body still sluggish from the sedative. I tried to pull back, but their grip only tightened. Then I saw him.My father.Dorian stood by the open cell door, rifle strapped across his chest, his face caught in the flicker of the light. Time folded in on itself for one brutal heartbeat.He looked at me once. Just once.And then he turned away.“Move her throu

Rafe“Me.”Dorian’s voice cut through the storm like a blade.He stepped forward, rain sliding off his coat, a slow grin lifting one corner of his mouth like he’s greeting an old friend — not the young boy he once tried to slaughter.My jaw locks. Something hot crawls under my skin, tightening my throat until I could barely breathe.He looks me over, head tilted.“Well,” he murmurs, “look how big you’ve grown.” he said it casual, almost conversational. My fingers curl into fists.“You were just a little boy back then.”He gestures lazily toward the forest like the memory is nothing but a passing storm.“When I killed your parents.”The words hit like claws dragging through my ribs. My vision tunneled for a heartbeat, the sound of rain replaced with the crackle of burning wood.He kept g