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I sprint to her and before the beast can react my hand is in his chest and I rip his heart out, squeezing it till it explodes. " I will check on them, my army at the forest is now in your command " I tell her and look over my shoulder to see if Maurice heard me . He nods and I make my way to the Cave, praying that they are alright in there. My eyes water at the disgusting smell, but I keep my act together.. I have to be strong! Entering the Cave a shiver runs down my spine, the air is chilling but the smell of death is the worse. I have a feeling that this is not right, something about this place screams death!

Rehab said as the seller hand it over to Delis. And Delis added it to the other loads she was carrying before. While she was just with a little load, while they were walking out. Delis did the clearance at the payee's office and then they left the boutique. ★NIXON'S HOME★ Nixon was busy with his book, his school exercise books marking out some certain words. Although he was at the parlor, sitting on the sofa chair in the parlor. And was really busy with his book and don't really need a distraction.

Hello faithful readers. How do you do? I have been incognito for a while due to some hardware issues with my computer but I have found a way around that thanks to God. I am sorry for letting you all down and hope that wouldn't happen again. Now that I have that out of the way, there is an announcement to make. I am here to inform you that Book 1 of Hunters: The Prequel - Hunter Hunted - is over. And Book 2 begins today!

Aruna Reading a book and sipping hot chocolate while its raining outside is something which I love. Its past midnight and I am sitting on the couch in my room and reading Menfreya in the morning. Its the pre-monsoon shower and I just love the rainy season and the way the hills of Dehra get a fresh green hue. The smell of mud and greens soothed me.

Before the hunter had the chance to get in a hit, I tapped into Axel and allowed my right hand to do a partial shift. Using the claws that came from my elongated animalistic fingers, shoved my hand into his chest until I felt the beat of his heart within my hand. With one quick tug, I ripped his heart directly out of his chest and let it fall to the ground. Before he fell to the ground, another hunter was getting involved.

“It does though, don’t you get it? Of all the packs out there, Night Blaze is unique. It isn’t a cliché and it is a strong and powerful name.” Hunter looked down at the paper in front of him. He was silent for longer than I liked. When the silence settled in, my thoughts went dark. How easy would it be to jump over the desk and tear into his throat? Would I even care if I was the one to end his life? “You may be right.” Hunter finally spoke.

There is no mate bond, but having him close makes me feel more secure. “I can’t wait for you to see this.” He rubs his thumb on the top of my hand as he leads me to a store. It’s rare Bronx gets so excited about surprising me. We approach a bookstore with a dusty, old window display. In gold paint, there is a picture of a pan flute and a goat. The images are peeling and sundried as if they’ve been there forever. Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’.

I assert in haste, glancing back frantically as if pursued by unseen specters. “Calm down, why? What happened?” Hunter asks, has keen eyes roaming about. “You know what, my chamber is the fourth room by your right, hide there first there and I will join you soon.” He says gently pushing me, and whispers, “run now,” Upon entering Hunter’s chamber, I am amazed to see it devoid of decoration. Even with the light on, it feels dark and lonely. The room is painted in black and white, showcasing only a single king-size bed and a desk. It exudes the ambiance of a prison rather than a bedroom.

"If you weren't seriously injured in that accident, if Colton wasn't there to see what would happen in the hospital, he would still make everyone regret meeting you. It was his specialty.” "I know, and I think he also still has the specialty of always attracting bad things when we think or talk about him "I spoke in a low voice, in an almost conspiratorial tone. Hunter leaned forward, very interested in what I had to say. That was what I loved most about him; always willing to listen, even if it was gossip. "I'm getting some gifts, Hunter... And the notebook was one of them. They were sent by the Brotherhood. I received a note with each package, and the letter was not similar to Jonathan's,

Claire whispered, and as everyone watched with bated breaths, Hunter looked down at his chest right where his heart should be— at the bullet hole and blood gushing out like little overflowing rivers from it before he collapsed into an inviting and dreamless darkness. Tbc...