Camp Buddy Hunter Novels & Stories

At least they’re listening. I turn away and start walking, pushing past the edge of the treeline where the camp comes into view. The air smells like pine, sweat, and iron. The hunters move around the camp like a machine, setting up tents, checking weapons, and tightening packs. It’s not chaotic. It’s focused. Everything’s happening in motion, one action flowing into the next like it’s muscle memory. I watch one squad form a tight circle around its leader, gesturing with their hands as he discusses strategy. Another pair drags a crate of weapons toward the supply side. Nothing flashy, just work getting done.

I picked up my briefcase and gun before getting out of the car. The dark man got into the driver's seat, and the convoy continued going back to Town. “Okay boys, gather around,” a huge man said as he gathered everyone who got down from the cars. “We are on a hunt for a girl named Abby Chesterfield and a boy named Blake Hopper. They are in a cabin somewhere in the woods, find them and bring them here...ALIVE.”

All three of them looked at me weirdly, probably thinking what business a cry baby had being there in the first place. I managed to say hello to them and introduce myself without my last name just to break the ice. In exchange, they did the same. One of the hunter's name was Akio. The next hunter's name was Miguel, and the third hunter's name was Danjuma; he asked me to call him Dan. There was no female in the house, and I figured it was because ruthless Ruth would not allow it. "I asked them to come so you could have sparring partners," Gavin said, and I smiled at the guys.

Beneath the hem of my faux-leather jacket was a belt, and in that belt were a number of stakes, sheathed like bullets in a bandolier. The process was simple: stake, wait, move on. Stake, retrieve the original stake, stash, move on. That was the third rule of hunting – keep it simple, stupid. My Paps had always ruffled my hair when he’d said, “stupid;” a mostly useless attempt at keeping my supernatural education as light as possible. My Dad would roll his eyes at Paps, but there would always be something lovesick in his gaze that had belied his respect, and his adoration, for my Paps’s desperation to keep my adolescence innocent. As innocent as a hunter’s adolescence could be, anyway.

Elena I waved to Stu and Wes. They were some of my favorite sleuth members to mess with. They had gone away for the summer, along with a few other members, to go to another city for a football camp. My brother had just gotten back a little over a week ago, and this was my first time seeing them since they got home. I hugged them both as we immediately slid back into our normal teasing manner. Osprey joined us after a few minutes, and even though I could tell he was not really enjoying himself, he laughed, carrying on like he had no worries in the world.

I kicked him one last time, his painful howl frightening my men as well, " There is no mercy for you, Alpha Zake. Get me the gun. I will kill you then take over your whole pack." Matteo passed me the gun. I shot him a few times until he was lifeless. I had to think of a way to stop Alpha Justin. Matteo came next to me, passing me the information that he got from our troop, " Alpha! They have already reached the pack. You have to choose an Alpha. Do you have anyone in your mind?"

It was a fight for their right to exist. The following day, Marinetta and Harley decided to scout the hunters' camp. They moved stealthily through the forest, using their enhanced senses to avoid detection. As they neared the camp, they could see the hunters' meticulous preparations: traps, weapons, and surveillance equipment were being set up with precision. Harley pointed to a group of hunters gathered around a map. "They seem to be planning something big. We need to find out what they're up to." Marinetta nodded. "Let's get closer. We need more information."

The Hunter responds. "If that ain't enough then what is?" The slim guy interrogates The Hunter. "Right now, your head taking a vacation from your neck," from the back of a fallen tree trunk he throws a stick at them, to which they bath in bullets as he runs for another hideout. Unfortunately for him, they spotted the movement and pursued. ... A convoy of three black jeeps drive on the forest path in full speed, inside each of them is a team of angry men with guns. This are Butcher's mobsters.

I am so proud of you, baby. I set the recorder down and reached for the journal. Carson growled and I paused to look at him. “Ah, perfect. Carson’s still here.” I turned towards the door where my guys stood, all holding a gun. Timothy walked in and placed a gun before me. “Want to hunt?” I eagerly nodded, excited to try out the calls. “You have five minutes.” He looked down at his watch. “Starting now.”

She was alive. I moved out of the pack to see if I could pick out the scent. The rain poured heavily over the abandoned warehouse at the edge of the forest where I picked her scent. Thunder cracked across the sky as I shifted back to my human form. The scent of blood hit me instantly. My mate was here. I saw my beta and the warriors beside me. I signal to them that I will go a alone “ Alpha you can't go alone, we are coming with you” he tried to stop me