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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 busine

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

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.

Convel and I followed him until we reached a farm with crops and fresh livestock. “We never turn unless it is necessary,” Convel explained. “You turn when you wanted to kill someone,” I replied, justifying my hatred to their kind. “No, you don’t understand –” “Oh, trust me, I understand better than anyone.” My eyes are heating up, preparing for tears to come out. “You are lucky enough to see your kind being stabbed or having a sword struck on their stomachs,” I continued, still trying to keep my emotions intact. “While us, humans, were left with a half body, the other half shattered and crushed into pulp.” I wiped my tears as it is starting to come out, I am not this weak.