All Chapters of Hunt Me, Mark Me : Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

EarisI could smell him. The bloody wolf. Even with his desperate attempt to cloak his reek. The same hound that had been sneaking around my college dorm for days. There was no need to call for backup—he was heading straight for my traps. Finally a kill worth my name. He wasn't just another Omega—I could tell by the way he moved. I flicked the Fae's bracelet, and heat surged under my skin as it boosted my speed to match his. I let loose the first arrow aiming for his hind legs to force him off balance and blind him to the traps. He hopped over it exactly as I anticipated and landed firmly on the iron trap covered in snow. Then came the snap of bone as the trap he landed on locked him in place. He growled angrily at me, his dark fur rose as he bared his teeth. But it was already done. It seemed almost as easy as an Omega. I laced the next arrow with wolfsbane and aimed straight for his heart. But the moment I let it loose he was gone. Vanished into the snow like a shimmer of ice.

Earis I sat through the class, eyes locked on him. I could barely breathe. His voice was doing something to me. The mark on my neck ignited with heat sending waves of chills through me with every word he uttered. I barely heard the words but my thighs locked in on each other as heat rose low in my belly. “Earis Lockwood! Would you come to the podium for the demonstration?” He said and all eyes were locked on me. Wait what?! Again with my name. There's something upsetting about the way it rolled off his tongue like he owned it. I swallowed hard as I stood. My legs trembled. I slid the hairpin into my sleeve ready for any foul play. The redhead was smiling like she had won a trophy. I still don't understand what her game was. “Miss Lockwood, please don't keep the class waiting,” he spoke again but his tone was less tender this time. My breath heaved with each step I took. I turned to Cassian hoping he would get a glimpse of something but he just looked void. Vanya's reaction

Earis In nineteen years of being alive, I've never wanted to drive a knife into someone so badly. My skin still crawls from the humiliation of yesterday. Thank God it's the weekend. I drove straight back to my hometown in Westridge. Not for the hunters meeting they had called for, but to raid the armory and to restock on supernatural artifacts so my next encounter with that fucking hound would be the last. I can't believe he was right about Cassian. Claire did confirm it and if she noticed then maybe I really was blind. I had left campus right after the class without Cassian or Vanya. Though Vanya has been blowing up my phone, swearing she has something to tell me. It must be about the damn redhead. But she can wait. We will all see at the meeting today. I'm sure no one would find out about the mark, thanks to Claire who thinks it's a tattoo and helped me cover it up. Mundanes, so easy to fool. The moment I pulled into the driveway the door burst open and Anya came rushing out.

Earis Good girl. The word sent a different wave through me and what had seemed like anger flickered slowly. He stood waiting for me to come to him. And my legs moved obeying his silent command refusing to listen to the storm in my mind. I kept my fist clenched. “Earis…” Anya's weeping voice echoed in my mind and for a moment it felt like it overruled his command. I had anticipated this. I knew the mark would pull my body towards him even though I didn't want to but I was ready. “You're hurt,” he said, Concern twisted his tone. Still, my feet moved, my body forced itself against the wind and hail. “I will rip his hand off for this. No one scars you but me!” He growled as I stopped before him and our breathing moved in sync. The cold from the rain shimmered away and his heat wrapped around me like a warm blanket even without being touched. His finger traced the searing scar of the belt and my breath hitched from his touch. I was losing myself. A light moan escaped my lips befo