How To Catch A Predator Novels & Stories

I met her gaze and found them flickering with light. “First lesson don’t stare at your prey.” I tore my gaze away as she grinned, “It will give them too much time to prepare.

“They’re everywhere.” “Yes,” I replied. “And nowhere officially.” He frowned at that. “So what do we do with that?” “We wait,” I said. “We wait and just you watch little brother. I promise, they’ll reach out soon. They always do.” He looked at me sharply. “You’re sure?” “They always do,” I repeated. “When predators sense another predator, they try to identify it. Sometimes they try to buy it. Sometimes they try to kill it. Either way, they reveal themselves.”

His hands gripped the iron bars of the cage door. And then with a violent roar He ripped them open. The metal door slammed against the wall with a thunderous crash. For a moment neither of us moved. My mind refused to process what I was seeing. Knox stepped forward slowly. Out of the cage, he was completely free. His shoulders rose and fell with heavy breaths as his glowing eyes locked onto me. Predator. He had smelt a prey. The air between us felt electric. Dangerous. He tilted his head slightly.

The moon brightened the place a little and she was grateful for that. From far away, she heard thumping of feet. It sounded like something huge and she scrunched up her face, a tear staining her eye lids as she raked her fingers through her hair. She was doomed! Could that be a dogman coming for her? Her knees shook and her throat felt dry instantly. "I just want to go home," Whispered Maris as she took shelter behind a bush, taking a peek from a small hole. A big hairy monster stopped, backing the bush as he sniffed the ground and howled at the moon. Other beasts howled too and Maris closed her eyes, taking her face away from the hole.

I moved toward the center, "Remember that the wolves you'll face will not give you any time/chance to recover. Those soldiers are trained, well trained. They are sharp and ruthless. Their ambush technique is toast and if you don't learn how to disappear before the wind can carry your scent, you will become meat." I pointed to a narrow thick underbrush. “I want pairs hiding in that zone. One plays prey. The other plays predator. Switch roles after three minutes. You’ve got to approach your target without being seen, heard, or smelled.” It looked like a children's hide and seek except this time there were preys and predators. The preys were given ten minutes to vanish before the others, the pr

He had a predator to catch. The hunt was on.

The predator had become the prey. The tables had turned. I whispered, a dark, dangerous grin spreading across my face, "My turn to use lesson one." Triumph and something darker… something predatory rose in my chest. This was what victory tasted like. I didn't give him a single second to recover. I lunged through the dissipating smoke, my movements completely synchronized with Fenrir's predatory instincts now. We moved as one, hunter and prey, instinct and intention merged into perfect harmony. The copy tried to raise his hands to defend himself, but exhaustion had made him slow.

My body slams to the ground beneath her attack, her hands pinning my arms down long enough for her to break free and go for a punch. I am too high on jealousy and anger. My adrenaline is pumping, giving me what feels like special powers. I am alert and sharp enough to catch her blow midair with my hand gripped around her wrist. I roll over, reversing our positions so that she is now the one pinned below me.