Novel & Cerita Grain Wagon Hunting Blind

I noticed everything. People assumed that because I couldn’t see them, I couldn’t read them. That blindness had made me less. If anything it had made me more. Every shift of breath, every pause, every small change in someone’s voice when they were about to lie or collapse under pressure, I caught all of it. Noah Carter sat down. He did it without being asked twice. That was mildly interesting. “You applied for a position requiring full-time live-in availability,” I said. “You’re twenty-three, your last employer was a coffee shop in Queens, and your listed qualification is a literature degree. Explain to me why I shouldn’t end this interview right now.”

Forty seconds between the eastern corner wolf completing his pass and the replacement arriving from the inner yard. The grain store was empty when I arrived. The note I slipped through the supply channel two hours ago specified the actual meeting location. The grain store was compromised. Rowan's wolves had been to it. The scent markers they left would have been identified by Ashmoor's people within hours. The actual location was the old hunting shelter half a mile north of the grain store through the tree line. A lamp burned inside,I pushed the door open and two wolves emerged.

I could not try to mind-link with Blake as I had not been brought into the Pack yet. As we came around a bend, Colby leaned forward, “What is that up ahead?” he asks. We all lean forward to look and see what looks like a wolf on the side of the road. My heart leaps in my throat. Were they dead or alive? Why were they randomly lying on the side of the road?

If it weren't for my boyfriend, Michael Rivera, and my best friend, Laura, I'd never have gotten over the hurdle. My boyfriend, especially, worked himself to the bone just to get enough money for my treatment. Although I couldn't see him, his voice sounded perpetually tired. When Kiara came to me about a certain… job, I felt a weight getting lifted off my shoulders. It was a weird job with a weirder name: blind spectator. Laura said it was an easy job though, and it paid well. I just had to pass the interview. So, I decided to give it a go.

I pointed north. “If the Hollow kept its word, we are near the mill road between Briar Glen and Graymere’s west trail.” Garran looked around. “I know this ditch.” I stared at him. “That is oddly specific.” “My cousin broke his arm here chasing a pig.” “Helpful landmark.” “The pig won.” “Less helpful.” Garran looked toward the road again. His amusement faded. “This road meets Brackenhold trade path before sundown if we move fast.” “Then we move fast.”

Those who needed to use more grenades did. A fuel tank somewhere hit and the air suddenly smelled of oil and char—sweet and stinging. Someone screamed like a beast. Someone else laughed with a noise that could only be called hunger. I hadn't just come with my trio. I came with a fucking army today. Because we decided it was going to be a bloodbath. We were done hunting. Hunting had been fun. But there was nothing we could do when we finally knew where Blayne was. He was the biggest catch, and the thrill of laying my hands on him sent a delicious chill up my spine.

“It’s done.” Was she difficult?” Zeden asked without looking away from me. “I figured she’d give the boys hell. I hope they didn’t lay a finger on her.” “No one touched her. I’ll get confirmation when they reach her family’s estate.” Zeden finally glanced at his right-hand man. “Good.” Zeden’s thumb stroked my wrist once more before releasing it. “Come drive us. My little bride here is terrified a blind man might kill her if he gets behind the wheel.”

She didn’t respond, just tightened her jaw before shifting the car into gear and driving off, leaving me standing there in silence. The sun filtered through the sparse canopy above, dappling the ground in patches of golden light, and the faint chirping of birds carried on the wind. For a moment, I just stood there, looking. Then I took a deep breath, adjusted the bag on my shoulder, and stepped into the woods. If there was one thing my parents and Orin had taught me, it was how to track a werewolf. They’d drilled it into me so often it felt like second nature, a skill etched into my bones. But finding a pack? That was something no hunter had ever managed.

I climbed off both of them and they moaned in objection. Racer slumped backward and I dropped next to Vanquish who rolled over to hold me to him. He whispered one word to me, but I knew what it meant. “Everything…” *** We heard rustling through the tall grass outside and we all caught the whiff of animal blood. Breakfast. Hunter was back dragging a hog. It’s throat was torn out. Blood stained the grass from the gash which still seeped. We piled out the door to help him.