A Hunter's New Home Novels & Stories

**Homecoming** The familiar scent of home—the faint aroma of Claire’s lavender candles, the comforting smell of old wood, and the lingering hint of last night’s rain—filled the air as the Hayes family finally stepped through their front door. Despite the exhaustion from the relentless chase and the constant threat looming over them, the warmth of their home brought a fleeting sense of safety. For the first time in what felt like ages, they were back where they belonged. But the sanctuary of their home was tempered by the reality of the battles still ahead.

As I was trying to come up with a plan for taking down the last hunter on watch without being detected something came crashing out the window. It was one of the two hunters that were searching inside. The one I had just been planning on killing checked his friends pulse before cursing and jumping through the now shattered window. It seemed they found Mom and she was pissed. I could hear her wolf losing her shit. I jumped in just in time. My mom had her claws digging into the chest of the other hunter that had been searching the house. However she was not moving or completing the kill. The hunter who just came in from outside was holding a crying two month old Richard and in his other hand he

They agree to work together to hide the little crime in order to save his mother's mood from chaos. Hunter didn't want to hear his mother get angry and sulk because his father slept with another woman. He prefers his home filled with peace. Even though now the house feels bland and empty. Mila's disappear from his house made the atmosphere at his house depressing. If his mother didn't force him to stay at home, he would prefer to live in an apartment and stay away from everything that has memories of Mila in his house.

I was watching my weight anyway and I needed to get in and out fast, I didn’t want to wait any longer to get this journey started. “Jarvis, navigate me to The Academy in Maine.” I said. I knew this would be a multiple day journey, because we would be stopping in between, but we had to go that direction anyway. “As you wish, ma’am.” He said, and we were off. I ate my food in silence, pondering my journey. How funny is it that when I was younger I swore to be the first in my family to break the mould and not become a Hunter. But now, I'm one of the top Hunters. I guess revenge and hatred will fuel you to succeed, even if you never wanted to.

At the back end of the kitchen, however was a butler's pantry where earlier during dinner, I caught sight of an exterior door in it. Jogging down the hallway, I rush through the long, spacious kitchen. Turning sharply into the butler's pantry, I accidentally slam into the adjacent wall, smashing the recently stitched-up gash on my upper arm into it. Nicely done, stupid. Forgetting how the heavy bag on my back throws off my balance, I wrap my hand around my throbbing arm, hissing in pain. Clutching the faceted clear glass door knob, I huff out a laugh when it freely turns and almost sob when the door smoothly swings open. Crossing the threshold from the manor to outside, the glee that had sta

Maybe she's looking for me? I'm not sure what a hunter is but Addie is my hope for rescue. If Rainn is the guy from the bar, then she's with the other gorgeous male that made my heartbeat. I now have a way to drown out all the pain and suffering and this will be my new happy place. "I told you that I would help you and I intend on doing so. Having the hunters dead is going to be beneficial to all our business. We just can't do anything rash that would get the attention of the council.

“You’re not hunting. I’m hunting. You’re watching. You’d better get up a tree or something, though, so you don’t scare the game. That way you’ll be able to see what I’m doing.” I nod and scale the nearest tree. Perched in the low branches, I keep still and do my best not to make any noise, watching as Milo conceals himself in a cluster of bushes. I see right away that what he’s particularly skilled at is keeping himself out of sight. I almost lost track of him myself. If I hadn’t seen him go into the bushes, I wouldn’t know he was there. It must have been a skill that proved very useful to him when he was living on his own, with no one to watch his back.

Giving my number to the nurses, I tell them to call if there is any change. It was easy enough to find the building, it was one of the places that I had considered buying before the hotels. A lot of wolves lived here and between the scents, I picked up hers. It was different, spicy. Not a scent I would have expected from a mate. Her apartment was easy to find. The door was locked but that didn’t stop me. It just needed an extra tug.

Chapter 114: The Nickel Tour As they left the barn, Hunter grabbed the bag they'd left out front and together, they headed to the house. While Poppy was familiar with the office at the end of the house, she'd never been inside the residence. Crossing the wide covered front porch, she half expected to walk through the front doorway of the log home and find herself in the middle of a movie western. So when the foyer opened onto a cavernous living room complete with a massive stone fireplace and ceilings two stories high, she was pleasantly surprised.

I sucked in a breath and nodded. He was right. The outline was nothing compared to the shading as he colored in the design… which I still had yet to see. I flinched at the pain. The feeling was more annoying than actual pain. It was like a constant stinging or burning that never seemed to end as it dragged across my skin over and over again. It felt like talons were digging into sun burnt flesh, already scorched and in need of reprieve. Now and then, he wiped away the ink and blood but always returned with his head lowered in stoic form. His face was a wall of complete concentration, hand perfectly steady. Maybe that’s why he was such a great hunter. Firm. Stable.