Chasseur Novels & Stories

My pulse quickens as we draw nearer, the thrill of the hunt pulsing through every nerve. The chase begins. Roxy’s wolf bursts forward, her legs pumping, her heart racing with wild joy. I sprint beside her, proud and steady, my breath even and controlled. The elk scatter, startled, their hooves thudding against the soft earth. The bull charges with his antlers raised. He’s a magnificent beast–enormous and fierce. Hanna moves in, swift and precise, cutting off the elk’s path. Marek and Corwin close the circle, forcing the herd back toward us. Roxy leaps, agile and fast, weaving through the chaos. Her eyes are bright with the hunt’s fire.

CASSANDRA POV 1 YEAR LATER. "Why can't you send someone else?" I questioned my boss Mateo holding the phone up my ear. "Because you're the best assassin we have to kill this motherfucker, who has been causing trouble for us," Mateo said. "I don't give a fuck how you kill him, seduce him, shoot him in the dick, do what you have to get him" "Fine, so what's the guy's name, and what does he look like," I asked.

One minute, my heart has leapt to my throat at the stillness of the place, and the next, chaos erupted. A sharp whistle tore through the air, followed by a crack. I caught sight of a bolt fired from the treeline, slicing past Hunter’s head. It missed him by inches, embedding itself into the wooden post behind him. Another arrow followed, this one closer than the last, but I barely got a chance to figure out where it landed