Hunger Games Tracker Jackers Novels & Stories

It’s ridiculous, hiding in a jungle of sweatpants, but I crouch anyway, pressing myself into the farthest corner, every nerve straining. Footsteps thud outside. Voices follow. “We were all scared, Kendrick. What happened?” “Nothing. I’m fine. Took the meds just in time.” I hold my breath. What if Jeffery doesn’t leave? What if Kendrick’s family shows up? “I want to be left alone,” Kendrick snaps. His voice doesn’t sound like him—it’s sharper, colder, like a blade drawn. “Your mum is on her way,” Jeffery says carefully. “And so is Liam. And Mr George.”

Swallowing, I walk out of the room with Jake who gives me an eager look. Outside the room, the place is still a mess, Mave and Kelly nowhere to be found, Joseph too. “Look at this.” Jake hands me a small, broken tracker. I turn the object around in my hand, the insides are ripped out, but it’s unmistakable. “Where did you find this?” He walks over to the back of the old air conditioning, and he pulls out a second one, this one is still active, he brings it to me. “The whole place is rigged with them.”

“Wait, you let them catch us and bring us here, didn't you.” “Now is not the time for questions, sis.” “That light will stop flickering approximately ten minutes from now. You will see the cell door opening, with more than just one of them.” “Marcus, you will be on the right side. I'll grab a gun.” Jack removes his top, throwing it over the camera. Immediately voices and footsteps were running toward the cells. “Hold on,” said one of the guys. “That kid Jack has something planned. He is a highly skilled assassin.”

Jack pulled the headset down over his eyes. The first of the darts appeared on the screen. He squeezed his thumbs down and fired, chasing down its path with the lasers. The dart broke apart after a number of hits and skimmed off into the darkness. More darts appeared around them, zipping and zooming past as they chased and were chased by battle pods. Jack steered the pod past, picking up speed as he went.

HR and Director reached to a place, pointing their guns towards a group of wolf who was howling, facing towards moon up in the sky. Jack's memory flashed back everything that had happened in his last birth.He could now saw the same situation,which was his last day of his parents. Jack attacked on HR and teared him with his pointed nails.When he got completely injured and he laid on the ground,Jack attacked on Director too.He pierced him into pieces.HR anyhow stood up and pointed his gun towards Jack but Jack escaped from his bullet and attacked him fiercely,teared him everywhere and killed him too. Jack went to the group and started howling with them.After that,they went back.

He pulls out a tiny GPS tracker tucked between a stack of bills that makes Trigger's eyes widen as he hangs his head in shame. "This." He holds a tracker in his hands. "I'm assuming that when you first stole it, you buried it, which disabled the tracker. Recently, you must've dug it up and moved the money, which reenabled it and gave me a new signal." Unable to hold my frustration in any longer, I ball my fist up and punch Trigger in the face as hard as I can, making him go flying backward into Harley's lamp, which shatters on her floor. Fucking idiot. Callum gathers his money and begins walking toward the door, refusing to turn his back on us which is a smart move on his part.

she said. The meeting had ended, and Nixon and the other trackers from the Silver Moon Pack left with Gamma Jack, who now brought three of the Red Moon Pack’s warriors after Xander and Chassy briefed them. Now that Gamma Jack has been informed of the plans and strategies that the trackers followed, he is ready to support and be with them. Being together without actually being together was his first time hearing it, but he believed Luna and was willing to follow her.

But to me, no one compares to Yorick. The other man’s eyes lock onto me. “You trust everyone here?” he asks. “Yes.” “This is the usual group,” Tracker says to him. I sit facing the three. Piper sits beside me and the others grab chairs and sit behind us. “This is Hijack, in case you hadn't figured that out," Tracker says, then goes around introducing all of us to him. "There are two things we need to discuss with you today. First, did Hacker talk to you about paying us?” Tracker begins.

A man hiding something. Jane's head drops. "I know Lance. But I couldn't go against him; he is my dad..(sighs)...You know my mom. His first chosen, ....she was the prettiest she-wolf in our pack. Dad said when he saw her, he didn't care to find his true mate. That true mates are stupid. When he did meet his mate, he rejected her and mated my mom. She....was never happy. She had us, girls, back to back. By the time she had Hannah, dad was sleeping with Katie...Lance, I don't think a traitor murdered my mom. I think my dad wanted to mate Katie," Jane whispers in a broken voice that makes my stomach clench with rage.

Zahn, Joe, Angelo, Nathan, and Sean were all looking at Hunter like he was crazy. All except the technician who was trying to tool out the tracker. “What are you looking for?” Zahn was worried to see Hunter so distraught. She came to kneel down next to him and shook him by the shoulder. “Bro, what are you looking for? We need to go.” “I have the tracker!” The technician announced, like he was in a different universe. He immediately passed it to Joe.