Hunger Games Tracker Jackers Novels & Stories

Zoey said, looking at Tristan. “Jack might be exactly what we are looking for.” “Princess, you know that I love you, but he just turned eighteen and he has no experience in the pack. He is still a kid.” Tristan said and everyone became mute. Jack Costner as Crescent Moon Pack’s Gamma? “Experience for what?” Jack asked and he looked at Tristan and then at Nico, realizing that this might be something important. Nico looked at his little brother frowning , but thinking about this possibility and sensing this, Rose hugged him and pecked him lips helping him to calm down.

My body stilled, the weight of his words pressing against me like a trigger pulled but not yet released. A pause. Sharp as a blade’s edge. My eyes narrowed. “Does he know I’m alive?” The words rasped out, low, dangerous. “Or has he come chasing something else?” Jack’s lips trembled. “I’ve been tracking him. Before Matteo’s men captured me, I followed every move he made. He’s here. I’m sure of it.” The silence after his words was suffocating. Then, slowly, the corner of my mouth twitched upward.

Jack and Luca had just climbed the stairs. “He's gone, we need to track him.” She looked to Luca, hoping he would make the order. What she wanted didn’t mean it would… “Please.” She handed Luca the t-shirt. “Blake and Henry, they're our best trackers,” Luca announced. “I’ll get them,” Jack said before running back down the stairs, his voice calling Blake's name becoming fainter as he made his way through the house. Blake's bedroom door opened “Someone yell?” he walked towards Luca and Alissa.

Jack crawled to a standing position, his clothes torn and ratty, his body bruised from the hellfire. His icy stare narrowed in on Demetria and then Jane. "There is the mutt that started all of my problems. The one that took my pendant. You think I'm scared because you're a hybrid." Jane snarled. Jack grinned. "You're going to regret the day your dad ever screwed your mother, mutt." He took a few steps, bracing his arms at the array of creatures ready to kill him, and whispered under his breath. Demetria felt the earth cracking beneath

"Please show me a sign." Brianna would usually leave crumbs for Jack to follow as her trails whenever she would be in trouble. She knew where he would look and makes sure her hints are obvious for him to catch up and find her. That had been their way of getting in and out of trouble and traps of the enemies. She used to have a tracker attached to her, but when her enemies found out about it and ruthlessly cut a length thousand times longer than needed to pull the tracker out of her inner arm, Jack declined her request to place another one on her other arm for replacement. He had been the one to nurse her to heal that wound that he swore to himself she will never have to endure such an ugly e

"Your King is transforming this entire extraction zone into his personal chess board just to monitor your drills, Chika," Tracy laughed, nudging my shoulder with her elbow as the catering units continued unloading the premium meat vaults. "You are completely red across the neck. Stop tracking his shadow and breathe." I shifted my stance, my ears pinning back as I focused on a rogue scent moving through the peripheral brush of the production lines. A senior tracker was locking her gaze directly onto my chest plates from the shadow of the main crane.

So without a second thought, I slam the cabin door shut while mom beside me starts blowing, calling up the wind, hand in hand we step out of the trees, the colour drains from the trackers face as he sees us and he turns and tries to push the cabin door open but I have now joined mom in calling up the wind, I pull the tracker away from the cabin, he's fighting for release from the wind but we won't let it release him until he collapses into a heap, Once he's down we finally allow the wind to die out "What are you?" the tracker asks in fear "your worst nightmare"

He stutters out, and I smile, taking the food from him. “Thanks, kid, keep an eye on your app for your tip.” I state, closing the door and making my way towards Jessica, whose eyes are locked on the bags of food. I set the bags on the living room table before us, opened the first one, and found her chicken on the rocks. She eagerly took it from me, opened the container, and licked the white sauce that got onto her finger. My cock twitches and I breathe heavily through nose, trying to get the image of her tongue licking at my cum wondering what her tongue would feel like. Gods, I have it bad for her, had it bad since I saw her four years ago after she turned twenty. Now, I needed to behave my

He holsters the gun and picks up his phone. “Yeah?” he barks into it. “What the fuck do you mean, they’ve picked up McKenzy? How did they even find her?!” A tickle of laughter goes through me. Damien. God bless him. “Shut up!” Jack shouts at me. “No, not you,” he says into the phone. “Shit. A tracker? In the car?” Instead of stopping, my laugh becomes hysterical. “You are so dead, Jack Collins.”

It was fucking pathetic that she had this much effect on me. Jaxon tagged me along on a mission and asked if I could assist him. Well, it's time you knew about my relationship with Jaxon. He's a tracker who has been working for the government for 10 years, tracking down mobs and high-tech criminals. He was tracking down one of the biggest New York mob gangs, and apparently, he got shot because he went in without backup.