Romans & histoires Hunted Wolf

I asked, and he looked away from me before speaking. "Every wolf had the chance of experiencing that gift until Giles and John Hunter decided to thin out our population and ended up killing wolves that would have been fated to other wolves." As soon as he mentioned the Hunters, an awkwardness settled in the atmosphere. I felt cheated. As an orphan, I felt unlucky not to have a family, but now that I knew I had one and I was being hunted because of them, I wished I could go back to my orphan days when I was unlucky but not hunted by werewolves. I would pick being unlucky over being hunted any day. Unfortunately, time travel hadn't been invented yet.

Natalia didn’t waste any time. “I need a Hillmand wolf cub” “Pardon?” both men said at the same time. The Hillmand wolf was a popular breed of wolf that was most abundant in the forest of damnation. They were bright orange in color with three black stripes that traveled from the middle of their head to their tail. Their eyes were bright red like rubies and they were often extracted and preserved like precious stones. However, it wasn’t exactly easy to catch a Hillmand wolf. They were swift and dangerous. A single injury from the wolf was dangerous because they carried a lot of parasites and they were immune to poison and a degree of magic.

It didn't happen. By six years old, Hunter's wolf was consistent and controlled — he could shift in under a minute, run the pack land with Knox, had started learning the scent markers. His wolf was gray, medium-sized, with silver eyes that startled every person who saw them for the first time. He was proud of it in the calm, factual way he was proud of most things he was good at. Luna watched her brother shift with the same focused attention she brought to the marine biology books, and showed no signs of doing the same.

Parker took a deep breath, “Last night, we found a rogue on the border begging for asylum.” I furrowed my brows. While that was unusual here, it wasn’t unheard of, “What does that have to do with you?” Parker pinched the bridge of his nose, “He said he was being hunted....because he is a special wolf.” I felt my eyes widen as the weight of what he said settled in, “Who was he being hunted by?”

A surge of adrenaline coursed through me as I projected a desperate mental blast: "HUNTERS!" I plummeted from my perch, a silent avenger, as the rifle's crack split the air, a leaden missile finding its mark on our valiant warrior wolf. With the finality of death whispering through the trees, the wolf crumpled silently to the forest floor. I landed upon the hunter with the fury of nature's retribution, my jaws a hair's breadth from his vulnerable throat, pinning him beneath the weight of righteous rage.

(Almira’s POV) I stood on the deck of the luxurious cruise ship, watching the frenzied celebration of the wolf packs. The void within me grew deeper. This is the annual Hunt Festival for all werewolves, a highly anticipated event akin to a year-end celebration. This year, it was hosted by the strongest wolf pack in North America. Not only did they provide expensive drinks, but they also gathered werewolves from various packs, greatly increasing our chances of finding mates.

It was off official pack lands, so it shouldn't be an issue to hunt. I found the doe in a clearing, munching on fresh grass. I was just about to pounce, but then a little fawn came stumbling towards its mother. My wolf froze, not having the heart to kill the mother, leaving the baby to be an orphan. We watched for a second, letting the scene rain peace over us, watching the mother care for its baby. With a snuff of hot air, I finally turned around, ready to sprint away to feel the wind again, but a hot-searing pain strangled my wolf, fastening around his neck and bringing him to the ground with a powerful cry. He howled in pain, forcing the shift and making me come forward.

WOLF HUNTING GONE WRONG Darby Miller and his team of skilled animal trackers were on the hunt for one of the rare mutant wolves. The only one recorded in history is being held in Wisconsin State Zoo. The rare wolf is the size of a horse and its speed and strength are like no other. There had been a call that another one was running lose and they were hired to find it. They had no intention to kill the wolf, only tranquilize and relocate it to the zoo. On the third day of searching, they came across the wolf. "The beast was unlike anything I'd ever seen! I swear, it was as if it had three bears within one body!" One of Darby's team members had stated. The wolf unleashed his anger onto the tea

I curiously eyed everyone that suddenly voice out their wanting to wipe out the species they despise. “Let's hunt them down entirely!” This cause everyone to shout this very sentence for much longer than I ever expected. “Grandma...” I eyed Grandma, expected she will stop this commotion of hunting down the whole species. I thought... she said the huntress is exist to justify the wrong! “Isn't it wrong to put into your hand the life and death of someone?” This cause my heart to felt dread. I don't even understand what this Lycan is all about, but I only know Grandma is despise this species as if they are suppose not to exist!

I can hear Hunter grumble, ‘Useless Human’ under his breath as he makes quick work of joining Salara who is already deep into battle. Launching through the air, we tackle a wolf that was about to pounce on Salara’s back while she was unaware. Hunter makes quick work of the wolf, going straight for the throat and snapping its neck with no remorse. The wolf shifts back into it’s human form, causing us to pause when we are left staring at the lifeless body of Josiah, one of our missing pack mates.