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Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.

She said after, “Well, I'm not actually a huntress...” I groaned and look at the window that view that Yellow-Mountain. I pointed it for reference, not minding the nonsene in her words, “That mountain is filled with the fire element. Do you really think a Lycan live there?” She gasped, slowly shook her head in shock. She said, “Of course none. Is young lady not know the Lycan dread the people in that Mountain?” “What?” I arc my brows. “How can the lycan dread the mere army of...” I cough and sigh. “Let's not talk about that mountain and that spieces!”

Feeling amazed that the Alpha will read something like this, especially knowing that most wolves hate vampires for its history. As Brianna began to slowly crouch and check more, finding other books that are similar to Twilight, like vampire club, vampire moon, and other things, suddenly Brianna felt a sudden wind behind her. ‘A wind?’ she muttered, automatically turning around to find no source as the room had no window. There’s just an old bookcase with a creepy vibe behind her.

Attention Hunter's Revenge is the sequel to the book 'The Mark'. It is highly recommended to read this after reading 'The Mark' for better understanding. Hunter's Revenge can be read as a stand-alone book, but I do not recommend it. I will not be providing insight to characters from 'The Mark'. So in order to properly enjoy the reading experience, I recommend not reading Hunter's Revenge without reading 'The Mark' first. I promise you won't regret reading it.

But if I let him die, what did that make me? I slammed the axe down, feeling the wood split under the force. “They’re the monsters,” I muttered, trying to ground myself, trying to remember. They’re the ones who kill. Not me. Uncle Orin told me, my parents told me. I saw it with my own eyes. But still… his voice, his face, the way he’d looked at me. What if… what if he wasn’t like them? My grip tightened on the axe until my knuckles turned white. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything at all. I dropped the axe, chest heaving, and looked up at the sky, as if I’d find some sort of answer there.

The bookshelf was just as tall as Andrew so he could easily access the books there. The bookshelf had all sorts of books, ranging from fictional novels to nonfictional novels, to educational novels and textbooks. Her eyes caught titles like; The Redwall series by Brian Jacques, Caddie Woodlawn by Carol Ryrie Brink, The House on Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros and a lot more. Even the Encyclopedia was in his bookshelf. And there was also some novels on the basis of business and finance. The book the lad was currently reading was The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie.

If something really came out, as Reese feared, then at least I wanted to be able to see it. He pulled another small bottle out of his backpack, which reminded me of a medicine bottle and when he walked towards the stack of boxes, I followed him. Our two flashlights were pointed at our target and the closer we got to the stack of boxes, the more I recognized the rising excitement in me, as I always felt when I was on a hunt close to the target. Okay, so far I'd only hunted tame proles through classes at the academy in specially selected areas, but the feeling was the same nonetheless. In addition, I could even forget that I had only just been slightly injured.