Novel & Cerita Hunt Or Hunted

His eyes burned with determination. “Kill a beast? Doesn't the wolf I faced count?” I ventured. “You defended yourself against a wolf, human,” he replied with a sarcastic laugh. “Killing is different.” “What do you mean by that?” I asked, worried about the direction of the conversation. “When you kill, it's a choice. When you hunt, you assess your prey, stalk it, and capture it. You choose a victim and attack!” Pleasure gleamed in his eyes and made me shudder.

“Are you ready? Or perhaps it’s too early?” Kiara looked away, clenching her jaws. She was angry, but she was curious too. “What’s the hunt?” “It’s just as the name suggested. It’s a hunt, wolves eligible goes to the dangerous forest of Dojung and hunt whatever it is they find. The weak cannot accompany the strong there, for even the rabbits and squirrels there are dangerous.” “T-Then won’t they get hurt?” “Damion and Gabe?” Kiara nodded.

The favor was still on me. After some time Eight made a huddle in a group and read the contents of the paper in his hand while Two flashed a light to the paper. “Congratulations on being able to offer a sacrifice. Now that we have measured your obedience you are all ready for the next phase of the game. Within an hour hunt for an animal and bring their heads on the big oak tree near the lake. One head for one person but be warned you cannot hunt within your own turf. In this game, a foe is a must. And the question is, who is your foe? Who died? Is the hunter still alive? Remember failure to comply with this task will result in grave punishments.”

We weren’t running anymore. We were hunting.

I mutter. The game going on now is the Night Hunt: The Marked Deer. A ceremonial hunt but symbolic. One marked deer usually a volunteer is released into a controlled forest. Hunters compete individually. If the deer survives after three hours without being found by anyone then no one wins. It’ll be a tie. “Oh look there’s Anna, doing everything in her power not to lose.” Sofia says, sarcasm in her voice. I forgot she doesn’t just hate me she hates me and my friends. Especially Anna because Anna was the one who encouraged me the most to cause chaos for Sofia.

Who goes to a panther's lair to hunt him? I do. And for Jasper Grant, a hot, tasty girl blundering into his lair? That suits him perfectly. It is a shame that such a fine specimen of a man will go to waste. But he must pay with his life. All the Grants will pay for their sins. I, Michela Cruz, will be their reckoning.

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

To run, stalk, and hunt. This would be our year, after all!

Not just the fear of being followed. But the fear of being hunted.

I murmured, cringing at the thought of yesterday’s events. It was a very close call yesterday. I did not hold it against the unmated males that decided they wanted to take a bite out of me. A she-wolf’s heat was no light matter. My heat had triggered their inner animals. They were powerless against their instincts. It was not like they would do that in normal circumstances. It pissed me off that I had been so out of it that I did not get the chance to destroy Khalid’s testicles. It would have been a perfectly acceptable consequence, and I would have enjoyed it immensely.