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I only continue my exploration when everything is in order with my bladder. I push the door ajar with the tip of my boot, cursing the aged wood for opening with a growing squeak. Hunter for what he is doing and raises the instrument in his hands, in a reflection of fright. It is a large and heavy sledgehammer, whose black handle is surrounded by the strong fingers of both his hands.

“The Hunters are here!” My mind reeled. “But how?! How do they know about this location? They shouldn’t. They couldn’t!” And then it came—a voice, cutting through the night, metallic, amplified by a megaphone. The tone dripped with disdain, like speaking to us was beneath him. “Hello, vermin!” the Hunter’s voice sneered, rolling across the clearing like poison. “We’re not here for you. Hand over Stella Lewis and her daughter, and we’ll be on our way.”

She took a few shots of what happened and stood there watching with a slow surge of panic that slowly built up in her body. Just as she was there staring at the scene, the sharp eyes of the Z clan men went in the direction where Thyra stood on the cliff. Thyra noticed this too but didn't falter her gaze as it looked as if they were engaged in an eye battle. One of the Z clan men muttered to his colleagues, "She is going to be the first hunt of Alpha Ryker." On hearing this, Alpha Ryker's eyes quickly spun in the direction where the Z clan men stared with a glare so ferocious that if it were possible, Thyra would have fallen dead immediately. It was as if he was marking his prey to be his fir

Frantic howls sounded above ground and I chuckled knowing that my rescuers had arrived. "Release the link and tell it to attack the invaders. You go and help," Hunter ordered the hybrid. He glared at me and continued to try and reach out to me. I swiped at his hand, slicing through his fingers. He howled in anger as he tucked his hand against his chest.

Suddenly, something unexpected occurred. Hunter stood up on his hind legs, panting heavily as though he had just finished a strenuous task. However, I couldn't dwell on this odd behavior for long because as the doors gradually opened, an enticing smell of fresh lilies mixed with potent strawberries wafted over me, so intense and surprising that it nearly knocked me off balance. 'MATE! MINE!' Hunter's voice echoed jubilantly in my mind, a mixture of joy and relief. My gaze swept over the group that had turned their faces toward us, locking eyes with two striking blue ones filled with equal astonishment.

He saw the look on my face showing that I had just gotten it, and so he smiled. “Go on,” he said. I stayed silent in my head, as the rhythm of the music with the lyrics spelt out loud flowing through my head. "Off through the new day's mist, I run out from the new day's mist I have come I hunt, therefore I am Harvesting the land, taking of the fallen lamb" It was actually a song by Metallica titled Wolf and man. Damon stood shocked staring at my lips as I spelt out the lyrics confidently like I owned them.

Hunter promises me but I kept on crying, I can't sleep without my Mr Vixy, no matter what they say, I want it and I want it now, I kept on crying, unable to calm down. "Fuck it, let's just go and get it for her," Hunter says after a couple minutes, and I started to calm down, they're getting me my fox.

Dax says. "Doing what." "The thing where your whole body goes tight and you start radiating misery. I can feel it. It's very loud." He turns his head, and even in the dark I can see the gold of his eyes catch what little light there is. "What's eating you, Hunter?" "Besides the part where I'm freezing in a ditch far too close to a wolf?" "Yeah. Besides that." And I should say nothing. Nothing is the correct answer. Nothing has kept me alive for twenty-two years.

“You’re obsessed.” “It’s strange, that’s all.” “Yeah, I know,” she says. “But it’s supposed to be like that. Come inside. We’re having venison.” “Who killed a deer?” That’s usually my job. “Steele did it,” Lyra says. “Steele’s a terrible hunter.” She shrugs. “He’s been practicing with his darts.”

I lean in, my voice now a growl in his ear “She’s the hunter’s daughter.”