Hunger Games Tracker Jackers Novels & Stories

When I offer them to Alec, he shakes his head. "I don't think I can eat here," he said. "Just looking at it makes me feel sick." "Sorry." I chug the water and devour a biscuit in three bites. "That was kind," Alec says. "What Jack did." "He was a Silver Hunter," I say. "He hunted people like us. And then he helped us, in the end." I blink back tears and think about Flo, back at her cabin. She'll be heartbroken when she finds out about Jack. I could tell they had something special.

Still, precious minutes ran by until the remaining two of the pack fled into the forest, whimpering. For a second, Jack fought his desire to hunt them down. He wanted to murder every last one of these evil creatures. They dared to harm the little sunshine of his life, the girl that was as close to a daughter as he would get. However, if there was anything left to save, he had to do it now. Slowly, inwardly preparing for the worst, he turned around.

I asked. “I might do it to someone who tried to harm you, but never you,” Jack cooed as he stepped forward and pulled me into his arms. “Drake was spotted coming up the mountain. He’s an excellent tracker.” “Will you hurt him?” I asked with concern. “You worry for him?” Jack raised an eyebrow. “Should I be jealous?” I slapped his chest lightly and kissed his cheek. “Don’t be silly. He’s your friend and he’s been my guard as well all these years,” I said.

we all turned in his direction as he spoke " the day I noticed Tracy was taken, I looked through the CCTV footage and saw her. It's like she deliberately wanted me to see her. When I saw her eye color I did a little research on that and found she was the last descendant of JACK PACK." What? The JACKS PACK? I thought we were done with this horrible chapter, we killed every single one of the JACKS PACK and how come she is still alive? The JACK PACK was one of the strongest, deadliest and cruelest packs. They destroyed everything and anyone they come in contact with and what does not belong to them. They were after the blood moon for an evil motive. We tried having a truce but they refused and

Sebastian asked. "He was Subject Zero," Jack tapped the photo. "He was a local. A trapper. One day he went out hunting and never came back." "Six months later, he returned. Changed." "He couldn't feel cold. He could lift a snowmobile with one hand. But he... he was hungry. Always hungry." Sebastian felt a chill that had nothing to do with the temperature. Hungry. Just like him. "He lost his mind," Jack whispered. "He attacked my mother. I was ten years old. I had to... I had to put him down." Jack’s hand drifted to the hunting knife at his belt. "I buried him out back. Under the ice."

“Alpha Glint already asked about you today. I told him you were simply a boy from a random pack. I will not risk him digging deeper. If he thinks you are tied to the Crystal pack, he will not stop until he has squeezed out every secret he can. He would gladly crush you if it gave him power over my father.” Jack’s expression grew serious. He nodded. “I understand. I don’t want to be a problem for you.” “You won’t be, as long as you stay careful,” Kendrick said. He walked slowly, his hands behind his back. “But tell me, who was that girl?” Jack laughed softly. “Stacy. She came on her own. Drew my attention, then came here and… well, she seduced me. I fell for it. She’s pretty, after all.”

The cook was there but I was hungry now so I grabbed some food out and made myself something to eat because I had eaten in a couple of days apparently and I needed something right away. Not long after that while I was sitting at the kitchen island Zara came to the kitchen and sat on the other side of the island. I could hear the others in the living room fighting with Jackson and his booming voice was coming out over the top of all their voices. And I could hear him defending me and that he was behind me 100% of the way. His parents had the Hunters tracking him for years. And they came close a couple of times to actually killing him. So he isn't taking pity on them either.

She decided a long hot shower was what she needed so she could cry her heart out. Tracker was in a very bad mood. He'd had to just break up with the woman he loved. He knew she was the one for him. That there would not be any other woman that could even compare. He grabbed a bottle of Jack and headed to his room to drink himself until he passed out.

The man was actually telling the truth. "What pack do you belong to?" I asked him. "McCain," he replied, and I realised that we had been played. Someone must have wanted Gavin out of the way and not anticipated this outcome. The killings must have been staged to frame the werewolf packs, knowing that Gavin would kick against attacking the packs because of his rationality and our friendship, the person wanted him out of the way and decided to set him up? Karen and her friends had walked into a trap set by Marco. If it weren't for her abilities, they would have died. this man was a trained warrior wolf. One master hunter and two new hunters stood no chance against them. John Hunter wasn't lyin

“Jeez, calm your tits, Emilia. Mark’s right, you’re so dramatic sometimes.” “Right?” Mark shrugged in a casual way and frowned at Em. And then, focusing his attention on me, he said, “So you have a couple of broken ribs. The patient, Jack, is his name, I guess. So yeah, schizophrenic, had something against you. Not sure if you remember but the nurse who witnessed the attack said the dude first punched you in the ribs, broke a couple of them, which caused you to fall back and pass out.