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My claws ripped through his neck deep enough that his wound was fatal. The second man took my split-second distraction and kicked my side hard enough to crack something. That was the only shot he would ever get, so I hoped it was good enough to die for. I whirled around quickly, my claws and hand shoving into his chest with precision I had never known before. My hand ripped his heart right out and threw it at his falling body.

She was completely ruined with her neck covered in hickeys that were hurting, her eyes swollen, no clothes on, and her naked body wrapped up in a white sheet that had blood spots and splashes in the middle—her virginity blood—she looked dirty. She felt dirty. Emma's eyes welled up with more tears. The reality of her life was brutal and gut-wrenching. She had been naively waiting for the perfect person, someone she could wholeheartedly love and trust. And this is what she got. A monster. A fucking beast. Even though she didn't fight him when he was destroying her, he still manhandled her. His marks adorned her neck, while her chest was not pardoned by the ruthlessness of his mouth.

But Knight shoved all of that to the back of his mind and came up swinging. Because there's a fucking rifle aimed his face, its owner looking ready to shoot. Knight grabbed the barrel and wrenched the weapon out of the other man’s hand, the metal crunching under his fingers. He swung it like a bat, watching it make a dent in the man’s skull, the weapon itself crumpling in his grip. He kept moving, trading punches and kicks he didn’t bother pulling with half a dozen soldiers before the sound of a gun going off had him staggering backward, the body slamming into his were very familiar from long hours of holding each other through a night of passion.

Natasha I ran my fingers along the spines on my favorite shelf on the bookshelf in the corner of my room. This shelf was where all of my romance novels sat waiting to take me to another world where I could explore all of my fantasies that I was too embarrassed to verbalize. I picked up a newer book, that I had bought, up on a whim. It’s synopsis boasted of a reverse harem shifter theme that had intrigued me from the jump. I put it in my bag to read by the fountain in the middle of town later that day.

The hallway felt colder than before, and the sound of the packhouse moved around me in waves—voices, footsteps, kitchen clatter, all too fast. The world shifted in a way I couldn’t control, and for the first time since returning to this life, I felt the edges of uncertainty close in. I held Tamrine tightly, pressed my cheek to the top of his head, and walked back toward my room with the bare hope that I could still salvage the day before it slipped any further from my hands.

Warehouse shadows danced feral, Hudson wind moaning through cracked walls, carrying the rot of forgotten slaughter. "Password, Whitaker," he snarled, gravel bass grinding like broken Glass, thumb twisting the pliers for emphasis. Pressure ratcheted, nail lifting at the edge, blood welling hot. "USBs are locked tighter than your legs. Spill, or I peel 'em one by one till you sing." Hazel eyes blazed defiance through tears of pure agony, South Side steel forged in worse fires refusing to crack. "Fuck you, Harlan. Kenji's already sold me out. Take your pound of flesh—won't change the feds circling your corpse."

Daren yells while grabbing his newly opened wound. "I'm not done yet." She says to Daren as she grabs his arm. She brings the hatchet down on his arm, attempting to chop it off in one swing. The bone is too tough. She pulls the hatchet out and takes another swing. This time, chopping his arm off at the elbow. His screams fill the entire forrest, too horrific for it to be described into words. But this isn't enough for her. She hits him in the abdomen several times with the dull end, breaking several of his ribs.

Agad na pumalibot ang mga kawal saka sabay sabay na lumuhod sa duguang bangkay ng Prinsipe. Dahan dahan akong itinayo ni Knoxx at inilapit kay Jarred, para akong isang bangkay na hindi kayang gumalaw mag isa. Dahan dahan kong inabot tinapat ang aking kamay sa walang buhay na Prinsipe kasabay ng pagpatak ng aking mga luha ay siya ring sigaw ni Harris sa langit. Hindi kona alam kong ano ang gagawin, hindi ko alam kung ano ang magiging reaksiyon at mararamdaman ni Greyson pag nalaman niya ito. Marahil ito na nga ang simula ng digmaan, ang pangalawang pinakamalaking digmaan sa lupain ng Ashcroft. ***

Read to find out! The Hunt was my first full novel, and my first attempt writing something longer than a few hundred words, so your feedback is invaluable. I would love to know what you thought and where things can be improved! This is my second draft - the first draft only had 120K words but there were so many more details I wanted to share. I hope you enjoy it as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Stay safe! Much love - Michelle

It took me a moment to regain my senses and remember where I was. I was being held in some sort of prison. Stone walls on two sides and bars on the other two. I had been given a small mattress so that was something. Standing up, I scratched another line on the wall. Making it seven days that I had been here. Replacing my dagger back under the mattress before anyone sees. It had just appeared next to me. It still didn’t make sense but at least I had it. I smelt him before I saw him. His scent is stronger than the other dirty wolves here. It was the first time I was seeing Logan since I had killed his mother.