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Only for the first time, I get excited to read what is written. Our hottest athlete in the world, Hunter Blanco, leaves the famous pub with a mysterious girl in Barcelona. They say that the mysterious girl is a Spanish American, and the two would have left the place earlier. Can you identify who the girl is in the picture? Text us on 1****9 to win amazing prizes!" I view the picture, staring back at myself in disbelief. How do these people know? I scan the photos and see the tip of my head inside his Lamborghini! These bunch of jerks have the most advanced digital equipment to capture the miniscule of details with such precision!

“We're ready to move.” I gave a single nod and followed them out into the open air for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Fresh wind struck my face. Dropships waited beyond the shattered entrance, their engines humming as rescue personnel secured the perimeter. As we boarded, Officer Brynn fell into step beside me. “The rat forces responsible for your capture have been eliminated, Your Highness,” he reported quietly. “The nest has been destroyed, and the surviving hostiles have been taken into custody.” I stared out across the scarred landscape. “So it's over.”

Hunter, weapon in hand, focused on defending against the onslaught. The skirmish unfolded amidst the towering trees and dense foliage. Han's laughter echoed through the forest as he unleashed his cunning tactics, testing the seekers' abilities and strength. As the clash continued, Stereo observed from a distance, her eyes reflecting concern and anticipation. Han's mischievous grin widened, confident in his ability to outwit and overpower the duo. During the chaos, Lin and Hunter found themselves drawing on their newfound strength, depending on each other. Coordinating their movements seamlessly, they countered Han's attacks with a harmonious dance of defense and offense.

And trust me, they are good at hunting people down. "Let's get our weapons!!!" "Yes!!!!" Gillian screeched like a woman and ran, kicking his shoes off and ripping off his shirt. He's not allowed to attack the children, just hide. Before he disappeared, he gave me a murderous glare and a mouthed promise of vengeance. I snickered and gave myself a pat on the back. By daybreak, he'd have a lot of toy bullets and weapons buried in his body, especially with Nino as their leader. The kid is a master hunter at his age.

I track the large male deer about a mile away from the house near the river that feeds the lake. “Nice,” Hanzo links, looking at me and I nod slowly moving in the opposite direction of Hanzo to trap the deer if it bolts. “Ready?” Hanzo questions once we’re both in position giving him a clear line to the neck. I nod lowering myself ready to sprint as Hanzo launches himself onto the deer knocking it down, his teeth instantly going into the animal’s neck. I immediately jump grabbing at the back legs hobbling the kicking deer. Chills run through me when I hear the crunching of bone from Hanzo’s grip.

Upon discovering the rebel stronghold, Hunter and his team launched a decisive counterattack. This operation wasn’t only driven by the ambush that injured Hunter's men but also aimed to rescue the young individuals held captive by the rebels and rogues. Hunter received news that several boys from the town had been taken by the rebels and were being forcibly trained as fighters. These boys were taught how to handle firearms and were being prepared to combat the government.

The Z clan known as the Scanvengers were known for their ruthlessness though it didn't match that of their Alpha King, Alpha Ryker. Another name used by the Z clan was, the Rippers. They were the clan that had the most ferocious wolves that saw nothing but blood. They were always tasked with the job to kill any time there was going to be a massive death. This meant that for Alpha Ryker to order their appearance, no human was going to be left alive tonight. The humans were going to a taste of what it meant to experience hell on Earth. Beta Alvan thought with a shake of his head as he left the Alpha's side to summon the Z clan.

It seems the distraction team is having fun. Racing toward the nearest hunter, I turn my fingers into claws and swipe them across his face. The hunter screams, dropping the knife he was about to stab toward me to clutch the wounds I just caused. Before he can retaliate, I have already made my way behind him and quickly snapped his neck. The sickening snap is satisfying to my ears. By the time the chaos settles and the rest of the hunters have been taken down, only two remain alive—Marcus and a black male with crisp braids.

(gat lontok pov) I crouched low to the ground, my eyes fixed on the tracks of the wild boar. The forest was alive with the sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. I had been hunting for hours, and my stomach was growling with anticipation. As the prince of Pasig, it was my duty to provide for my people, and a successful hunt would bring honor to my family and our kingdom.

I hollered as I shifted to hunt down the bastards. Carson quickly caught the first two and eliminated them. The stupid assholes had thought coming back together half a mile from the clearing was going to help them. We crept through the forest silently, searching for the last rogue. We scouted the forest for hours and had just picked up its scent when a frantic call echoed through the forest. We froze misstep, trying to pick it up again if it was uttered again. Moments later a low-pitched bird call followed by a rapid, stressful one. Fuck. We looked around anxiously. ‘Falcon, hunters are here. What do we do?’