All Chapters of Hunter and the Silent Wolf: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

***FionaThe dreams were growing more incessant, more intense. I'd wake from my restlessness only to escape barefoot through the gardens. There Kaia would run through the forest, night after night. But my dark stranger was never there.I felt him though, knew he was somewhere in the darkness. But no voice ever called out to me, no matter what I said into my mind. That odd, hidden place we shared. And I would search my things each time I shifted back, finding no note left for me to uncover.So every night I went back my room, deflated, left with more questions than answers.Would I ever see him again?First I thought this was all the elaborate scheme of a jilted lover, someone from Greyson's past. But this felt more personal, something aimed directly at me. By why go through the trouble of contacting me, to only stop now?Maybe it was my engagement. The wedding. My stranger had now given up. And before he could provide any answers... to all of the questions that plagued and consumed my

***Beatrice – two weeks agoThe bottom of my walking stick nudged at the lifeless body, splayed between blood splattered rocks at the base of the mountain. The body had hardened and set into a horrifying state of rigor mortis. Limbs twisted backwards as bone shards broke through his dirt and blood-stained skin, bits of rock embedded into the mangled remains. He couldn’t have been here too long; otherwise, the forest locals would have taken him for parts by now.The man looked like he had been beautiful once, youthful and vibrant. I felt a sympathetic tug at my heart so I pulled the small pouch from my satchel and poured half of the contents into my palm. I knelt beside the dead boy and with a breath, blew the powder directly into his face, ensuring the tiny particles traveled up his nose and through his gaping mouth. After a minute, I whispered a question into the corpse’s ear and waited for the response.“Vengeance… love…” the corpse croaked the words from somewhere deep in his chest

***Julian“Do you want to me to take you back? So you can marry that asshole? So you can go through the mating ritual… in front of his entire pack? Because that is what he has planned. Or didn’t you know that?” I sneered. People spoke volumes when you were invisible, letting truths slip from their tongues, divulging what they really thought of their new Alpha. Cruel, mean, and vile.Her face fell, letting her brows falter. She had no idea that her first act as Luna would be to allow Grey City watch as he rode and fucked her, right in the pavillion. Obvious that Greyson hadn't told her that little nugget of information.“But maybe what you don’t realize is that he’s already fucked you in front of his pack buddies. You just don’t remember that part. Because your so-called mate took all of those horrible memories from your mind so that he could start fresh. But guess what… assholes will eventually show their true colors again and again,” I growled. Just saying the words aloud was causin

***FionaI walked to the kitchen the next morning. My footsteps dragged, following a restless night of sleep as I tossed and turned in Julian's childhood bed. I woke around 3am and found myself staring at his books, his collections. His things.There were pictures of his family, the one he had before me. His wife was beautiful, posed with a cherub faced baby. His eyes gleamed with pride and I swallowed the bitter sadness. I had read letters about them, how he spoke of a loss but how we healed one another. He lost a wife and child; I lost my dignity, my confidence... any trust in another man. Through the darkness, we found one another. And we knew... we were enough.I smiled at that. But in truth, I hoped his photos, these letters would pull some thread of memory lose, for everything to come rushing back in my mind.But nothing came.Only the knowledge that I had been lied to and deceived, by the very man I was supposed to marry. Today in fact. But that was before Julian. Before he g

***FionaI cursed Greyson. Cursed him for taking all other moments, all prior memories of Julian from me.When I told him I wanted it all, the beast in him did not disappoint as he threw me to the bed, but not before shredding my clothes, tattered remains falling to the floor. This was not the cozy childhood room of his youth but a grand room with golden drapes and silk embroidered sheets. A velvet chaise sat beside a porcelain vase and ivory adornments. Yet none of that mattered as my breasts bounced eagerly and I flipped onto the mattress to display myself for him. He eyed me hungrily, ready to pounce. He pulled the shirt from his back and I crawled on all four to touch the looming branches of artwork stenciled over his arms. To brush my fingers over the smoothness of his skin and polished frame.I felt the heat of his gaze as my tongue trailed his abs, grazing down until I met the hem of his briefs. I slid them to the floor, wetting my lips as his hardened shaft came into view. A g