Hunter Becomes The Hunted Novels & Stories

He transformed it subtly not disturbing the actual Jungle but he made sure that the Wolves can live their life in the jungle in the most comfortable way. Blaze still remembered the night when Yon was introduced as the Alpha of the Pack. Alpha Micheal was completing the Ritual of bonding when he started frantically looking around. Left and right. He was anxious. He was getting impatient. Although the kids were hybrids too, still they had not bonded with their Wolves. But at that moment Blaze and Swift looked at each other. They knew it was his mate calling.

Maybe she's looking for me? I'm not sure what a hunter is but Addie is my hope for rescue. If Rainn is the guy from the bar, then she's with the other gorgeous male that made my heartbeat. I now have a way to drown out all the pain and suffering and this will be my new happy place. "I told you that I would help you and I intend on doing so. Having the hunters dead is going to be beneficial to all our business. We just can't do anything rash that would get the attention of the council.

But after what I had just heard, I was beginning to think otherwise. I felt goosebumps run over my arms at the thought of Hunter lying in wait for his plan to come to a fold. It was as though he was a shark in the water stalking his bait– waiting for them to mess up before attacking. He was like a predator in the night, hiding in the shadows. I just hope that none of this has to do with the Stones. I may not know them personally, but Sienna seemed like a good girl. I wouldn't want to see her get mixed up in all of this.

Then, the forest came to life. From these trees, the deep shadows emerged. The low rumble of a dozen more engines roared to life as more men emerged from the trees to circle the Crimson Sparrow pack completely. Henrique Crimson Sparrow turned pale. “Are we ready to talk business now?” I said sweetly. Henrique scoffed, trying to cover his fear. He pounded his fist on his helmet. “You think this scares me? Letting them waltz in here?” “Yes, considering you were generous to waltz into my territory,” I blurted.

Ramsy boasted. Delta Ramsy mustered little heed to Higgins' pitiful state as the spat to the soon to-be corpse in his wake. Hunters were members of the resistance, who were mostly humans that had their only goal to be liberating their people and domineering the greater mass of carnivorous beast that desired to usurp any attempts they made to establish a system like theirs or breed enough to try. Higgins' life was dangling on a thin thread, his hands laid across the two ends of the baracade by chains anchored to his wrists and a weakened resolve from that death that just insisted on taking its time before truly drawing the life out of him.

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?’

I sat back against the metal wall, chest heaving, and touched the stinging skin on my neck. Stars…I was thankful I paid attention to military training. Now that they have my DNA profile. By morning, every hunter on the planet would have it too. I couldn't go back to my room, and I couldn't go back to the diner. I rested my hand flat over my stomach, feeling the ache settle down. I was out of options, but I was still breathing.

Hunter exchanges his beautiful and expensive luxury sports cars for two SUV's: a Porsche and a Land Rover. Okay, the cars are beautiful and expensive, but I can't see Hunter wearing a Ray-Ban aviator in a big one. That is the part where I feel most touched. I like sports cars, and they are part of my daily life of "reconquering the girl with no memory". Cars give me great memories of a blank mind, and I associate Hunter with them. He combined all his arrogance and idiocy in those damn cars he sold, and now it's all gone. I sense he is crestfallen when the black Lamborghini is the last to leave with a screech. I know this because I feel the same way.

Hunter paced around. “Did you think he could marry you?” She cried. “That man is a womanizer, everyone knows. But what did you do? You fell into his trap and exposed me. Do you know how long I have worked to bring those people down?” Hilary kept crying. “Women! Show them money and they will betray you in a blink of an eye!” Hunter growled. “I call this place a Carnage.” He looked around. “I’m sure you have noticed the blood around.”

I said as much to my mate. “No,” he explained. “Hunters are human, but they have certain supernatural abilities. They are born with the instinct to kill everything non-human. They don’t live in the grey. They refuse to accept that there are good and evil supernaturals - they simply kill everything that isn’t pure human.”