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Come to think of it, I don’t think that I have ever seen what kind of talent he has. I decided to wait and see what he was about to do. He is a hunter and a captain. Surely he can handle the hellhound. Archer begins to raise his right fist, which is glowing yellow and blue. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me and assumed that his talent was something related to electricity or thunder. But then suddenly, a strange energy encapsulated his fist and made it gigantic. He gives the hellhound a massive uppercut, sending it flying and knocking it back. I snapped out of my trance and shot the last bullet at the hellhound as it was flung back. The last hellhound finally goes inside the shadow

The only thing that I was hearing was the sound of my own heartbeat and the sick laughter of the hunter. I carried him with his coat. And I carried him off the floor. Then I slammed him back into the floor again. It was so hard that the dust flew everywhere. “Tell me!” I screamed, my voice breaking. “Tell me what you know!” The Hunter coughed blood, his teeth red, but his smile never left. “I always knew you’d be this strong,” he croaked. “The one who carries the Aureas Bloodline.” My whole body stiffened. “What?”

I’m just excited to see my friends and eat some good food. Alice rushes over first, pulling me into a tight hug. “You were amazing tonight! I’m so proud of you!” Hunter follows behind. “The artwork was impressive. I especially liked the horseback piece. What was hiding behind that tree branch in the foreground?” I blush and glance at Arthur again, who winks at me. “Our little secret,” I say cryptically, eliciting matching eye-rolls from Hunter and Alice. “Thank you both for coming.” “Wouldn’t have missed it,” Alice assures me. “Plus, there’s an open bar.” She winks and holds up her cocktail.

He opened the mouth of the dead boar using his boots, where a small, white sphere appeared on top of its tongue. Arth took the core and placed it on his jar, containing half-filled white spheres from the C-class beasts he had slain earlier. However, it had been almost two hours and he never found a B-class beast yet. Time was running out and he would have lesser chances of winning if he could not collect a red core. “Where’re those damn beasts?” Arth muttered a curse as he continued his hunt, leaving the dead body of the boar on the snowy ground.

The huntsman gave a painful scream. The dark forest reacted violently, trees trembling, roots twisting and the ground beneath their feet cracking. Aria noticed something else in the flash of light. There was a symbol burned into the creature’s chest. The council’s symbol. Her eyes widened in shock. “You’re not a monster.” She whispered. “You’re one of them.” The huntsman grinned through the pain. “We are what your precious council elders made us.” Dax rose behind it, anger in his eyes. “And you will die because of it.”

Right now, I hope to be unrecognizable. A shoulder bumps into mine. I look over to apologize but lose all normal train of thought when I lock eyes with the man I came to see. Camden Hunter is as beautiful as the art he displays. He looks like he’s walked right off the pages of a catalog. With two artist parents, it’s like they couldn’t produce anything that wasn’t anything less than a work of art— their son included.

Xavion didn't looked at him, not wanting to look away from the hidden painting. "you don't look injured..." Aron said inspecting his bare chest as he was sitting shirtless. "Hunters use silver and it doesn't heal that easily, brother..." "So?" Xavion raised his eyebrows looking at him. "You didn't got attacked with silver. I have seen the bodies and none of them has the tattoos of hunter family. They were not hunters, may be contract killers whom your mate killed brutally in front of you while your trusted wolves were secretly guarding you. You were prepared..."

it read in his stiff, block handwriting. “Of course, he locked me in!” Cathy said angrily. She turned the paper in her hand and was surprised to find a seal of some kind, it looked like a wolf springing out of a man’s dead body. It was the Hunter seal, used to keep Hunters safe from their enemies. At least he cares about me, Cathy thought. About my safety at least. She couldn’t really blame him for locking her up. Trouble seemed to follow her everywhere she went. Cathy touched her belly. The scars were faded now but the brutality of those men’s actions remained.

Hunter growled in anger, appearing in Archer's mind for the first time in a long time. He fought for control against Archer's barriers but Archer was surprisingly stronger, and kept the walls up because if he did not, he knew that there would be bloodshed once Hunter was let out. Sam whispered to Archer, "Calm down, Alpha, there are humans around. You would not want to clean up the mess once Alpha Hunter takes over." Archer knew that much. His wolf was a lot messier than him. Shutting his eyes, Archer took calming breaths. Finally, he opened his eyes and in a split second, he had Blondie's wrist in a crushing grip. Blondie struggled against Archer's grip but was not successful at freeing his