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Deep in the city of Helores, The humans had to come together to deliberate the misfortune that was happening to their people, they needed to tackle everything that was occurring, all the cheifs were available except Sir Erik who was the head of their military. He was always late to meetings. This was the fourth time that humans were victims of being hijacked and killed. The first time was in the woods, when two lovers had gone there to seclude themselves from the world and have fun. They were already intimate when they were attacked by wolves. The woman had given in and accepted her faith while the man tried to run for his life. Unfortunately, the wolves finally caught up with him and reaped his body into pieces. They were both discovered a couple of days later. All the remaining attacks happened to travellers, going in and out of Helores.

“Aside from the split second pain of the bite itself there will be no pain and she won’t be in danger. If we have kids one day they could be in danger but she won’t be.” “What does that mean?” “You know of the kind of evil in our world. That evil craves power, and hybrid blood can give them that power. That’s one of the reasons I know human/wolf pairings work. In our history, any known hybrids have been hunted at least one point in their lives, but that’s why we have the pack. We do everything we can to protect our own.” “Do you think that could be why these rogues are going after humans? Looking for possible hybrids that don’t have a pack?”

I had missed him more than I could say. "But why are you here?" I asked. James hesitated, then finally spoke. "I need your help, Liam. It's important. And it's dangerous." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What kind of help?" James took a deep breath. "There's a group of humans. They call themselves the Hunters. They're after us, Liam. They're after our kind." I felt a chill run down my spine. The Hunters were a group of humans who hunted and killed werewolves. They were ruthless and relentless, and they had already taken out several packs in the area.

“What happened?” “What happened is that humans stopped seeing us as… human,” I growled. “We became animals in their eyes—a resource to be… collected and used, just like any other resource on this planet. And pretty soon we were getting used up. The reason you only find references to wolves in mythology and indigenous legends is because we had to go underground. They were taking our offspring before they were strong enough to protect themselves. They forced breeding. They slaughtered us with their weapons—you name it, they did it. And then when they were done using us, the zealots got involved—decided we were demons in the flesh, and started hunting us.” I took a breath, working hard not to squeeze her because it was so important that she understand this.

I try to blindly claw at the slimy ground or grab for anything within reach in a vain attempt to stop myself from uncontrollably careening down the slope. The world becomes a spinning disoriented kaleidoscope of pine trees, flying mud, and ground, as I tumble uncontrollably down the slope. This is bad. This is how solo hikers end up in the evening news when discovered dead days or weeks after being reported missing. Their bodies are found at the bottom of a ravine or in scattered pieces due to the wildlife taking advantage of a free, easy meal.

“See, it’s this kind of neurosis that makes me want to stay a vampire. Say what you want about them, but they don’t overthink every little thing. They just do what needs to be done.” “Uh,” I grunt and reach for my juice. “They are also psychopaths who don’t care about wiping out an entire race of people… so I think I’ll stick with my kind and our conscience.” “Christ, it's like pulling teeth,” Kahn says. "I’ll go get the fucking pregnant wolf and take her to the human town." “They kill wolves there now,” Preston says. He’s right. Over the last few months, the human authorities slowly leaked evidence of supernatural creatures’ existence.

He added, "No human leaves and no wolf enters." Beta Alvan stared ahead of him, hearing the distant voices that came from the humans who were soon going to experience havoc. Mountain ash a substance which being inhaled by humans will cause hallucinations, causing them to be confused about where they are and also where they are going. It would also hinder them from leaving the forest as what they were bound to do was go in circles until they were hunted one after the other by the Alpha and pack members who were thirsty for blood.

"Why don't these stories exist in real life? God, please, please just once, I wanna experience the fictional world" She squeezed her eyes shut, palms together in a praying gesture, exhibiting her desperation and longing for something impossible. "Mystical world of mystical creatures" That was her favorite comic book of all time, which she had read almost a dozen times by now. Her grandfather had given it to her when she was 7. It was a unique comic, a rare edition to be precise. A big fat book, having nearly 1,000 pages. It held a whole other world inside it. A history book, an encyclopedia containing minute details about the supernatural species. Their origin, abilities, weaknesses, strengths, basically everything about the world of Supernaturals. But, the fun part was that it had a plot. The whole information was written with a plot, a story having a protagonist, antagonist, twist in the tale, and all that a basic novel had. The writer no doubt was a genius, a masterpiece creator, a legend.

The hunters that were present were very attentive. "I will start with the reason the covens were wiped out. Did you know that according to the city police, during that time three hundred people had gone missing in this country within three years? When they dug into it they found that the supernatural committee were involved and they secretly reached out to the hunters since our community is meant to remain a secret from the humans. What those hunters reported was mind bugging. Dale's Pack, Jefferson's pack and Casper's Pack were involved in slave trade and human trafficking. It didn't stop there. They also found out that five out of the six coven were into blood magic and were buying these slaves from these packs to perform their rituals. Although only three hundred people were reported missing, Over a thousand human families were affected by this. The problem was so large that the governor reached out to Giles for help. That was why the packs and the coven were cleared. McCain and Wilde pack were spared because we were not involved in that business. The last coven was also spared because they practiced elemental magic and not blood magic so they had no use for human sacrifice." I explained and paused. The entire room was silent.

"I'm human. That makes me prey by default." "Does it?" He pulled a book from the shelf, flipping through it. "Humans started the Great War. Humans created the virus that nearly wiped us out. Humans built weapons that could level cities. Tell me, who's really the predator in that scenario?" He had a point, but I wasn't about to admit it. "Tomorrow's Hunt," he said, changing subjects with whiplash speed. "You're going to participate." "I haven't decided—" "Yes, you have. You're too proud to be seen as weak, too curious to sit out, and too smart not to recognize the opportunity."

'We have company. As we crested the hill, the smell of humans wafted over to us. Humans and silver. 'Hunters,' Trevor gasped. We all pushed harder. I hardly had time to process the scene we came up to before Adair was leaping through the air, landing on the back of a man with a gun pointed between the eyes of a small, auburn colored wolf. Our claws dug down the length of his back, fangs sinking into the back of his neck. We leapt off his back. He wasn’t quite dead, but he was human. He wasn’t long for this world. I lunged around, launching at the youngest one. We almost felt bad as we ripped through his throat. He was only a kid, a life full of hopes and dreams ahead of him. But the silver bullets in his rifle proved he was already a hunter.

I nodded to Xavier, he had every right to hate me, and if that made him feel better, then I would take it. I closed my eyes as he raised the knife and waited for him to plunge it deep into my chest. To be continued… (This book is a Duet, the Hunter and The Hunted. The Hunted i still being written, please see my website for more information. It is on my to be written list after I finish my final revisions of my main series and the spin off completion.)

“You're missing the point, but sure. Fear, then. What about hunters, then? Human hunters, hunting werewolves even now. Terrorizing smaller packs and selling them to the underbelly of society as slaves, ingredients, or whatever.” I grit my teeth. I wanted to argue that didn’t happen, but I couldn’t put anything past the president who had sent Blood Moon to attack us, essentially. “Do you suddenly not wish to do business with humans?” “Human hunters,” I said. “Bounty hunters,” he said. “Police officers. You have no way of knowing who is a hunter or not unless you're going to do an in-depth investigation into every human you will ever meet and their entire family... So, do you stop doing business with humans?”

My wolf whines and she wants us to come to him for protection. No, stupid. He is a bad guy. We don’t like him. They are both gross and they are the reason you’re in the woods being chased by wolf hunters. Hunters, they had become a real problem on my father’s lands. Humans or sometimes human hybrids hunt for pure bred or as close to pure bred wolves as they could find. Hunters could fetch hundreds of thousands of dollars for female wolves to breed to unmated male wolves or humans who wanted to watch shifter fights. There were rumors that some billionaire had some tied up in a basement somewhere experimenting on them. I had heard talks about it, rubbish nonsense my father had told his counsel. No, need to worry and all that. Well, it looked like the rumors were fucking true now and even more reason to get the hell out of here. If I shifted they would notice me immediately. I have to shake those thoughts away keep moving- but just as I'm about to take another step something wizzes past my ear. Ahh, I yell and my hand instictvely goes to my ear as it begins to burn. That is when I notice I've been shot.

I explained. “What kind of dangers?” he questioned. “Rogues and hunters. Rogues are werewolves that went insane. They’ve lost all of their humanity and gained bloodlust for other wolves. While hunters are humans that know of our existence and seek to wipe us away from the face of the earth entirely” I sighed looking down. “Which is worst?” he asked. “Hunters. They can hide in plain sight and cause more pain” I murmured and stopped walking. “Bunnie, are you okay? I’m sorry if I did or said something wrong” he spoke looking at me with worry.

He showed me the page of a book with a picture of humans with spears attacking creatures who were half-human and half-wolf. “Eventually,” he took the book back to flip through it again, “werewolves fought back and gradually took control of our society.” He showed me another page, this one with a picture of a werewolf stepping on a human’s neck and confiscating their spears. I barely took in the image before he snapped the book shut and handed it to me. I took it, reading the title: The Hidden History: The Werewolf-Human War Through The Great Claiming. “What’s The Great Claiming?” I asked.

I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise. “Let's hunt them down entirely!” This cause everyone to shout this very sentence for much longer than I ever expected. “Grandma...” I eyed Grandma, expected she will stop this commotion of hunting down the whole species. I thought... she said the huntress is exist to justify the wrong! “Isn't it wrong to put into your hand the life and death of someone?” This cause my heart to felt dread. I don't even understand what this Lycan is all about, but I only know Grandma is despise this species as if they are suppose not to exist!

He unlocked the gun case and gestured inside. “Pick. Ladies first, gentlemen.” A shiver ran down my spine as his husky voice washed over me. I grabbed a rifle, not even caring which one it was in my hurry to get away from the tantalizing scent the man wore. I deposited my bag inside of the gun safe and walked out of the hall. I was determined to put as much distance between me and them as I could. We normally hunted in groups, but my father had taught me well enough that I could take down a deer by myself. Getting it back to town, on the other hand, would require the men. Fuck.

"That's… that's awful," Lily said covering her mouth in horror. "Wait, was that the cruise ship massacre? Were humans the cause of it?" "Yes, unfortunately. We couldn't determine if it was typical liquor antics or if hunters were involved," Adam answered. Hunters were humans that knew about the supernatural and decided to hunt them down. Many disasters in the world were due to them covering up their crimes. "Alpha Jack searched and searched for the cause. It didn't seem like extremists were involved, but Alpha Jack never shook the feeling that there were," Adam continued solemnly.

I sinisterly say to my pack. The loud and howling sounds that came in unison is proof enough to make me realize that they are in agreement. **** I’ve been on a good number of hunts before and this is by far the best one I’ve ever been to. The humans made it more entertaining; they prayed to their various gods as they ran and scattered like ashes in the wind. Mother has been heavy on the importance of human-hunting its significance to our family’s history and heritage. She has done a great job making me the deadliest and most brutal werewolf to ever exist.