Novel & Cerita Hunt Or Hunted

No one would listen to me and I might get punished for defying the Alpha. The hunt is a werewolf tradition where several packs gather in the neutral territory and hunt wild animals. The one who hunts a bigger prey emerges as the winner. I’ve never participated in the hunt because my wolf can’t handle the pressure of several Alphas in one place. That and I would be ridiculed for being the weakest and having a small wolf. I’m better off sitting it out. But it seems my sister has another plan for me.

Espionage. Treason, by the code I was raised on. The word for hunters who help wolves is not a word you come back from. "You're talking about me running the pack's side of this." And I’m not saying no, I’m just forcing myself to admit what we’re discussing here. "No, boy." And there's no triumph in it at all, which is what really brings it home.

It was a hunt. And they were the targets.

This time, they weren’t running. They were hunting.

But this time, they weren't running. They were hunting.

The beta said, neatly placing the daggers and blades on the table. "Hunters….." Evelyn muttered, the word rolling out of her tongue leaving a bitter taste. "Who's hunters?" Rain asked before flopping down on one of the chairs. "Hunters are humans or sometimes other supernatural beings like us, " Scarlett started, "Humans were the first ones known as hunters. They used to hunt us and other supernatural beings like us because they were afraid of our power but that changed long ago. Now, hunters include humans, vampires, and even werewolves. They're a group of people who kill and attack people when they are offered money for the job." Scarlett heaved a sigh. "Hunter attacks are surprising which

The primal instincts surged within him, guiding him through the underbrush as he focused on the sounds of the forest. Hudson's senses heightened as he caught the scent of a deer nearby. He paused, listening intently, then crept closer, his muscles coiling like a spring. With a burst of speed, he charged. After a swift and skilled hunt, he managed to bring down a deer, feeling the satisfaction of a successful chase. Hudson bit the deer's neck in his mouth, savoring the thrill of the hunt. He began walking back to Selena, eager to see his mate's reaction.

Their prey were not limited to the wild animals in the forest, meaning that what the participants thought as prey were not bound, which also meant that humans could be hunted as well. Certainly, it was not like they could hunt endlessly. Everyone could only hunt a maximum of two people, and each player had an alarm installed on them. If they pressed the alarm, they indicated their withdrawal from the competition and the rest of the participants could no longer hunt them. If someone did ignore the alarm and forcefully hunt the withdrawn player down, they would be severely penalized by the organizer.

She could feel her worries and doubts melting away as she immersed herself in the hunt. As the sun rose higher in the sky, the pack finally spotted a herd of deer in the distance. With a surge of adrenaline, they sprang into action, working together as a cohesive unit to pursue their quarry. Her keen eyes and swift movements helped her keep up with the pack, and soon they closed in on the prey.

He couldn't even stand. Just when it looked like the ragdoll was going to beat him to death, it suddenly stopped and grabbed my hand. Then it used my fingers to lift the knife he had dropped and plunged it straight into his heart. The familiar system chime echoed. [Player Franklin Hanson has been eliminated.] My balance shot up by several hundred coins. My eyes sparkled. "Bunny, you're amazing! You even let me have the kill." The chat exploded. [Weren't these two supposed to be weak monsters? I left for a minute, and now they're so strong!]