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It would have made everything so much easier, but since I wasn’t even supposed to be privy to that information, I couldn’t very well share it with him. Angela was the first to ease his fears by explaining that she was actually a member of a worldwide secret group that was dedicated to ridding the world of zombies. She was one of their trained soldiers and had battled many a zombie in her day; as had Evan. She looked at me apologetically as she explained the necessity to hide behind the façade of being a traveling social worker and an author to allow them the freedom they needed to move around and disappear for days at a time while they hunted and took down the zombies.

He smiled. Mrs Elizabeth walked inside, the room. She saw the keys on Clementine's hands and she congratulated her as well. "Thanks alot Liz. You mean more than family to me. " Elizabeth was the chief butler for the Hunter's, for more than a decade. Elizabeth is an orphan. She is fifty eight years old, though she looked fifty three or fifty four. She has curly black hair and a neat appearance. She is black and very obedient. According to Mr. Matthew, Mrs. Elizabeth has been working for him, before he even got married. As a result, she was given maximum respect by all workers, staffs, visitors and inhabitants of Mr. Matthew's mansion.

“...she works part-time at the shop to support herself while she lives with her friend.” ‘She’s the one, we’ve found her!’ Violet raves excitedly in my head and I nod, a warm and relieving smile taking over my face as I sniffle. “It’s really her...we’ve found her,” I express and turn to Charles who raises his brow inquisitively, “You’ve found her?” I nod as I sniffle and tell him, “The girl in the middle, she’s my little sister, Elizabeth. Tell me, does she live with Vyin? And where’s Eelia? And oh, you mentioned about Vyin finding his mate.”

Had we been somewhere else, under different circumstances, I would have kicked him in the balls hard enough to castrate him! I felt a huge load lift off my shoulders. I wasn’t going to live with myself if something happened to her only because my brother ruined things. And how in the rotten tomatoes was Hunter banging with a guy? I turned to look at him and found him staring down at his fancy dress shoes. I seriously didn’t understand the act he was trying to put up. Elizabeth finished up with the inspectors who quickly excused themselves having completed their task. She stepped into the common room again and closed the door behind her, then folded her arms and stared at Hunter.

aren't I moving too fast, I got rejected the last time do I really wanna go through that again, but this man didn't rejected me the moment he saw me like Blake did instead he claimed me, but am I ready for this' I wondered I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard myself being mentioned "Here with us we have two assassin hunters and a regular hunter, to help us train the pack and also to lend us a hand in the war ahead , Chris then introduced himself and so did Chelsey "What's your name love" Alexander asked softly as he looked at me, rapping his hand around my waist "My name Elizabeth Wilson-n" I answered stuttering a little bit by how nervous he makes me feel "Don't be shy I don't bite" h

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.)

Custom shotgun in hand, still smoking. Beside him, Alice Hunt. Armor matte black, face unreadable. Twin pistols raised like extensions of her thoughts. “Left side,” she said, voice calm as breath. Bang! Bang! Bang! Another werewolf hit the ground, twitching. The third figure moved behind them silent, composed. Layla. Hair tied back. Crossbow steady in her grip. No trembling. No fear. Just cold purpose in her eyes. “Where is Ruth?” she asked flatly. Zarin, bloodied and half-shifted, growled through his teeth. “She’s dead. Duke killed her.”

His eyes had no focus as his face was already disfigured. As much as Elizabeth was enjoying Greg withering like a worm she couldn't stay here she had one more mission and that was to go kill Megan. It was either now or never. “Say hello to the devil's because you are going to hell”. She yelled on top of her longs making sure her voice was named with mockery. “I am Elizabeth Chase. The only daughter of the most influential man who has the wealth of generations. The most cunning and manipulative person you will ever meet. I am always ten steps ahead”. She praised herself before taking slow elegant steps outside leaving Greg to burn down into ashes.

“Ah, Eileen. Good to see you in one piece. I feared when you didn’t come to the funeral but Makya reminded me about your, ah, situation at home. The hunters will be glad to hear you have joined in.” “Cernunnos guide us, I am glad to avenge the Zachriel family. I am sure Morrigan has embraced them, and will guide our hunters well.” Chief Eyota nodded. We have prayed to our gods as well and feel the great spirit is moving. I hope that yours guide you well.”

Clearly, they were discussing the next moves, or at least that what I was going to guess. Once inside, I found Elizabeth was patiently waiting by the couch in the vaunted living room, just looking over the computer monitors, looking confused. I guess it was hard to understand the way the attacks were coming. It was so different. So, varied. “Finally,” her clam, collected voice called out. Her voice was angelic like that would almost miss it if you didn’t pay attention. “You’re here. By the gods. Come closer honey.” Elizabeth almost resembled one of the gods that I remember studying about from my lessons on Norse Mythology. She was a tall, skinny, black woman, who held beautiful brown eyes, t