Novel & Cerita Hunted Wolf

It was me and him in our little home having dinner when the pack of wolves ambushed us, with their alpha, Alexander Pierce – a name that I will never forget – ripping my dad’s skin off. “Adelaide, you and Taylor,” my uncle said to me and my boyfriend of three months, who was also a leader in his hunter family, “will lead the Hawthorne family towards the northern border. It’s heavily guarded, but I know our family is strong, and you will be able to easily access the pack house and, by extension, their alpha. As soon as you spot him, kill him and don’t hesitate.” He gave both of us a stern look, and we both nodded, with me knowing exactly why he gave me the task of killing their alpha.

Those were their trophies. “Hunters,” I whispered to myself. “Rasia….” My father’s voice cracked through the noise. He was the Alpha of our small pack. He was strong and looked unbreakable. U turned towards him…running. But I never reached him. A blast goes off. The shockwave threw me into the dirt as pain exploded through my shoulder. I immediately tasted blood. When I looked up, the elder’s hall was burning. Wolves I trained with, fighters, are dropping like flies as silver bullets pierce through them.

"Scouts! Visit the other werewolves outside our village and warn them too. Make sure that there is not a single trace when you leave the human world, don't let the werewolf hunter follow you while going back to our village or better yet, hide for the time being before coming back here..." "Elders and guardian Kitsune... Please guide the omega and pups to our village. You must not let them get outside of our village because it is too dangerous for them... And lastly, Kasper, the alpha leader. I'm going to give you a mission. Find and observe the werewolf hunter." "Are you sure about that, leader Matilda? The hunter is tricky. She always changes her appearance, therefore, it's a bit hard to fi

They ask if I need back up and I tell them I can handle it, but I’ll need help getting everything cleaned up and someone to cover the rest of my patrol once I take this wolf down. As a werewolf, the spirit of my wolf and I share the same mind space and can communicate with each other in either form. We’re basically 2 peas in a pod, the pod being either my body or his. My wolf, Gage, is jet black and very large so it can be hard to hide during the day sometimes. I think that’s kind of the point. Luckily this area is pretty shaded and there are some large bushes I can hide under while I wait for them to approach. In my human form I’m 6 foot 2 and very muscular since I still have the strength o

“So, how about this? A little family reunion. I’ll make you into the very thing your bloodline once hunted.” My breath hitched as Desmond leaned closer, his mouth hovering just above Silas’s skin. I wanted to move, to do something—anything—but I stayed frozen, rooted to the spot by the chains and my own hurt. “If you survive my hunt,” Desmond whispered, “then you become my wolf.” And then he bit down. The sound of it was wet and visceral, followed by Silas’s scream—a raw, guttural cry that ripped through the room and rattled the very air around us.

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

Now the setting sun sliced across the treetops, dyeing the snow kicked up by hundreds of running wolves into golden dust. “Celebration hunt,” Fitch breathed into my ear, the warmth of his breath making the hairs at the back of my neck stand on end. “But they—” “The deer herd will pass through the northern ravine in ten minutes,” he cut in, fingers drawing circles in my palm. “We’ll take only the three oldest. They wouldn’t survive this winter anyway. A wolf pack’s law is kinder than humanity’s.” Before he finished, the crack of breaking bones burst out like rain on banana leaves. I clapped a hand over my mouth as human forms collapsed in rising snow mist—compressing, stretching, sheathing th

Her nails extended into sharp claws, itching to dig into the pine needle cushioned earth. Though she preferred venison to a rabbit, she hunted the latter. Killing deer out of season constituted a crime. If anyone found the leftovers of such a kill, an investigation would follow. Soon word would spread that a wolf was killing deer in the area. A wolf that might next go after ranchers’ sheep or cattle, or household pets, or children. A wolf is thought to be extinct in these parts.

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.

So I don’t like the idea of adding crazed, over-protective, mated male to the list of his problems. Any hunter worth their salt can tell when the human or wolf is in control. Wade wasn’t in control of his wolf, and his wolf wasn’t entirely in control either. They had gone feral at this point. We were dealing more with a rabid oversized wolf than a logical creature. This was the hazard of attacking while Noya was in heat.