Hunger Games Tracker Jackers Novels & Stories

Stacy waved after she put down a couple bags and headed out the door. Sammy waved back and hopped off the bed to look through the bags. She grabbed some clothes and bolted to the bathroom to change while I changed quickly in the bedroom. Soon we were hand in hand, heading down to dinner. We all sat together at head table as dinner was served. Everyone chatted with each other for a few minutes as we ate until Alpha Jack cleared his throat. "The trackers just got back." He told us. "What did they find?' Troy demanded.

"Oh, so instead, all three of you are ganging up on her, huh?" "Yeah I don't like where this is going,... I'm gonna head inside and get changed!" Jack trying to back out of this now is funny as fuck to listen to but what's even better is watching how Hunter, Callum and Zack are slowly creeping up behind all three of them with buckets of cold water. They are so focused on Chris that they ain't paying attention to their surroundings and boy will they pay for it.

he snarls, slapping his hand against his face, the blood seeping through his fingers. “Funny, that’s not what Jasper said.” “He lied.” “Well, he’s dead now, so I guess we’ll never know. Where did you find him?” I ask my trackers. “Skulking around Alpha Jasper’s pack lands,” one of the trackers says, smirking because this just adds more weight that Slater is lying. “Oh so you DO know he’s dead. That makes this much easier,” I say. “You’re a traitor and you’re here to pay your dues for participating in the kidnapping and attempted murder of my mate,” I say, my voice dripping with false patience.

“We could track these with our eyes closed.” “Let’s not,” Jack said, and pulled back into the shadow to breathe and count—men, bags, minutes left before the yard changed state and became movement they’d have to follow. He found rhythm in it, and then he found the itch. The itch sat up his spine and behind his eyes—the small animal that had kept him alive when the odds thought less of him. He listened for what the itch had heard. A truck engine changed note. Not revving. Warming. That wasn’t the itch. Footsteps on the catwalk—Don’s cadence, Lisa’s half-beat—a control he trusted. Not that. The sound had been… absence.

“Then know that I trust your ability to get me back before he would disappear with me.” “Fine but I don’t like this at all. You have to wear a tracker just in case.” “Okay that’s fine. Let’s go.” Jim fastens a tracker to the waistband of her skirt. Jake kisses her and then she walks to the door. Jake, Jim, and the warriors hide just inside the door. “Hades, to what do I owe the displeasure?” Sonya asks as Hades and his army come to a halt at the bottom of the packhouse steps.

However I had felt the pain she felt while tripping over the stairs and now she would probably be off causing trouble somewhere, I turn on the GPS to the tracker to find just one tracker blinking, I look to my side to see the tracker which is by the helmet reflect on the GPS the other one is nowhere to be found on the GPS.

he bows his head to me apologetically, but I no longer cared for Alice, she was a mutt. “What about Marcus?” the hunter shakes his head “There is something else sir?” “What is it?” I spit in anger “Jack is dead” I was seething, it explained why he had not returned yet “How?” I get up and walk around the table to face him and he takes a few steps back He dropped his cloak hood revealing his scarred face “We believe the red head discovered him and killed him” “WHAT, how?” The hunter glanced down “The other hunters feel she may be getting her memory back”

Maybe a half a year at best,* Balric said. I couldn’t have been happier to hear his voice. *I think the trackers are starting to become a problem. We might have to do something.* *Sam is getting too close and Carl is too dangerous to your self-control, but we can’t do anything about them. We’re not murderers, Desi. We kill for justice and because we have no other options. That those two can do their jobs with some competency isn’t a crime.* He had a point, but I didn’t like threats unchecked, especially when I could deal with them easily. I wasn’t ready to be discovered yet.

[ CASSANDRA ] I console my mother when suddenly my father comes into my room with a knife and a gun. My mom and I are panic. He approached us and asked my mother what she was doing in my room. My mother continued to cry without answering his question. I looked at them and I was afraid. I wouldn't want to see them argue. Two seconds later, my father grabs my mother by the hair and threatens to cut her throat like an animal if she doesn't answer him. Instead of defending herself, my mother looked at my father and said :

My body had grown severely weak and malnourished from the extreme torment I was forced to endure. The day Hunter took over the Skulls was undeniably the best day in my life. Hunter released me from Marcos' hold and helped me to get better, asking for nothing in return. He had set me free, but I no longer had anything to live for. Hunter helped me regain a sense of purpose. With his friendship, I found a new sense of life. Hunter not only offered me a position to work with him but also the opportunity to go to school to become a doctor. I've never looked back. Hunter singlehandedly gave me the life I never thought I would have. I thought I was destined for a life of servitude and cruelty.