Novel & Cerita Hunt Or Hunted

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

This had me thinking for a moment. Sure, I wanted him to mark me. In fact, the urge was stronger than ever now that we were talking about it. But was I truly ready? If he marked me on my neck/shoulder where I wanted him to mark me, in the spot that was visible to others, that could be a dead giveaway while I'm still Hunting. I couldn’t risk that, not yet. But if I had him mark me somewhere where it wasn't visible, then I could still be marked and still Hunt. But then later, when I want it to show, I don’t think it could be moved. This was difficult.

They were going to hunt her. Together.

Shaking my head in embarrassment, I turned from her hungry eyes. She smiled, her teeth showing to me, and I saw what I had never seen before. “I believe you now know the answer to that. The hunt is in every person, but how we choose to use it is unique. I hunger, always, and the hunt is satisfying. But it is a like a drug, impacting every aspect of our lives. Do we hunt, or do we wait? Will there be satisfaction at the end? We seek it, constantly. Of course, though who lie in self-loathing depression are there for a reason. They've lost their hunt, and they fear they will never get it back.”

he began, his voice deep and commanding, “our pack has stood strong through trials. We survived rogue attacks, rivalries, and losses. But strength is not maintained—it must be proven.” A murmur rippled through the crowd. I knew what was coming before he spoke the words. “The Annual Hunt begins tomorrow at dawn.” Gasps, cheers, and growls of excitement echoed. The Hunt. A brutal tradition where warriors were sent into the forest to track and kill rogues, competing for honor, recognition, and rank and also a way to get rid of unwanted and unmated and rejected female wolves, they are sent to the forest and hunted down by male wolves. if they are caught, they are either mated or killed, if they

The hunt wasn’t over. It was just beginning.

Luna, her pregnancy not hindering her spirit, prepared with the pack for the essential hunt. In the Nampa forest, hunting wasn't just about the thrill of the chase; it was a sacred act, deeply rooted in the pack's respect for their enchanted home. They hunted only what they needed, ensuring the delicate balance of their realm remained undisturbed. Luna, with her keen eyes and agile movements, exemplified this reverence for the forest.

The hunt isn't coming. It's already here.

If I had even half of that, I wouldn't be worried about the Hunt. The Wild Hunt. The task in itself is nothing dangerous or wild. A prey will be cut loose in the forest. Usually a rogue. The first to put an arrow through him wins. That'll be done in the first hour. What makes the Hunt wild, however, is the fact that every Hunt till date has had a surprise infused into it. Perhaps, it will be a pack of coyotes will be set free. Or, deadly traps will be set around the forest. Something wild and different for each selection.

I scan the parchment over and over again, my eyes repeatedly catching on the ball and whatever moon bathing is. However only one event sends true fear slicing through my body. “What is the Wild Hunt?” “Ah,” Aileen purses her lips, looking as if she wants to smile. “That’s when things get especially fun for mated couples. Some people find a partner just for the night, but it’s more powerful when you’re bonded to the one hunting you.” “Hunting you?” I squeak.