How To Catch A Predator 소설 & 이야기

My eyes turned dark red as I searched desperately for the source. I followed the scent and it got stronger, almost suffocating me. I had to calm down or I'd wreck everything in my path and could also damage the vessel which held such alluring blood. I had never felt so thirsty after a drink, so I tried to control the amount of the scent I inhaled. A predator needed to be calm and calculative to get their prey, using tactical means that guaranteed no failures. Of course, we could also just go crazy and attack. The humans never stood a chance either way.

Whatever it would take. By the fifth lap, I started to believe he was going to catch his prey. His form was good, and he had closed most of the distance. As he approached me, he looked me in the eyes and I made sure I showed confidence in mine. "When you catch him," I called out (not if, but when), "don't pass right away. Make him listen to your footsteps for a hundred yards."

"After the papers are signed next week, you'll receive the first anniversary gift from the Donna." Outside the window, the rain gradually stopped. The hunter had already closed the net, leaving the prey still sleeping peacefully in the gentle trap, unaware.

I stood up straight looking at the rooftops again thinking about what had happened frame by frame. The reflection, the stillness, the eye contact, the way he had not reacted to my bait, the way he had not needed to. I understood. I had not caught him off guard neither have I found him, He had been there before I even got onto the roof. Watching, measuring, choosing the moment when he showed himself. It was not a mistake. It was permission, a controlled reveal. My hand tightened into a fist at my side. Somewhere, in the dark a predator had looked at me...

Then Robert and I took off running, chasing down the animal. The others joined us. The elk was fast it was made to run from its predators. I watched as Robert looked at the creature. He had a clean shot, but he was not taking it. "Robert, attack it; you have the best position." "Luna, I don't know how to." "Use your hind legs, push off, turn your head and body simultaneously, and aim for the jugular. Then bite down and don't let go. We will help you once you connect." He did as I told him.

Prepared for the impending encounter, I found myself at the brink of explosive action. With a breath, I catapulted out from behind the tree, seizing my opportunity. The animal was nearly ensnared in the trap, a fraction of time from ensnarement. It was monumental, something that hadn't transpired in my entire trapping history. I leapt, positioning myself in the trajectory of my prey. My left hand poised to deliver the decisive spinal strike. In that heart-stopping moment, time seemed to dilate. Impact. My form collided with the creature's, my hands clamping down on its heaving body. My fingers dug into its fur as I exerted pressure, rendering it immobilized. The snowflakes danced around us,

he reassured me through the link, "you're just going to practice tracking it. So hunting it without actually hurting your prey." "Okay," I responded, "how do I do that?" "You've got to use all your senses. First, tell me what you hear." I closed my eyes and focused on the sounds around me, "I hear the sound of birds chirping in the trees." Victor's wolf huffed, "Deeper than that. Concentrate further."

I run and leap, my heart pounding. I fucking love to hunt. I see the first one ahead of me. Scanning left to right, there are about ten of them in a line winding through the trees. I can’t see the leader or the one at the back, but there are several metres between each of them. This should be fun. I retract my claws for stealth and slink down. There’s a perfect boulder to crouch behind. I time it, then leap, driving my prey off the path and into the darkness beyond. He doesn’t make a sound as I rip out his throat.

Its movements were slower but deliberately dangerous in a way that made my instincts flare violently. “Elias!” I shouted. His head snapped up, relief flooding his expression. “Lyra!” The predator lunged. And I moved. My mark flared violently, a pulse of silver heat racing up my arm as everything around me sharpened. Time seemed to slow, every movement stretching into clarity. I ducked low, pivoting as I drove a sharp kick into the predator’s flank. It yelped, thrown off balance, but recovered quickly. It circled. Testing me.

"That is the very thing I needed to hear. In spite of the fact that there are almost 600 feet between the Shishui Stream and the foot of the Northern Mountain Slant, we could draw them to go after a particular region which we arranged in advance." "You mean by utilizing traps?" asked Iron Hatchet. "Indeed we could utilize traps, yet not the sort normally utilized by trackers. Normal snares are utilized to catch prey by disguise, yet I plan to do the inverse. We will set up barricades toward the path away from the city walls, like fences, inclines, and trenches, driving these thoughtless evil monsters to stroll around them. Ceaseless hindrances will direct the prey to an assigned spot, at whi