Romans & histoires Hunter Huntsman

Meanwhile, inside the private room at Mystic Club. Wendell Hunt was having a toast with a East Asian man. This man was over hundred 90 cm tall and wore a wolf's fangs as a pendant. He had tanned skin and tone muscles. At first glance, he look like a farmer who work on the fields by the countryside. But the man was, in fact, a powerful figure. He was a mercenary leader who carried out activities in several countries of Asia all year long, his group was known as Wolf Hunter, and his name was Rocky.

Turning back to look straight at him… “What are you getting at?” I ask. “Our competitors are pretty familiar faces, Mason. And, I don't know if he did it because he has some alterior motive, or if he's trying to stir something up here, but—” “Who is it?” It takes a while before he answers, but the sentence that eventually breaks the bout of discomforting silence is… “Amon Hunter… of the Hunter Pack.” “Hunter?” I tilt my head, “...on IronClaw Soil? Isn't he aware that—”

I can see the panic flicker in Hazel's wide eyes as she desperately tries to stay silent, her body tense with fear. I notice the faint sound of footsteps and the distant echo of a hunter's voice, searching diligently for us. If we remain perfectly still and silent, there's a chance he might overlook our hiding spot. Hunters were one of the mysterious creatures that inhabited these woods. They were incredibly fast, their piercing red eyes glowing ominously in the dark, yet they possessed a human-like appearance that made them even more unsettling. Their faces were gaunt, with sharp fangs visible when they snarled, and claws that gleamed dangerously beneath the moonlight. Their skin was extrem

As if knowing my attention was on him, he said silently, "This is the last time you lie to me." Swallowing, I shifted my gaze to the window. Moments dragged by before I rested my forehead on the pane, looking at the thick forests we drove past. Why did he even care anyway? I would have gotten even worse wounds from the torture he would've had his men inflict on me. Through the review mirror, I caught sight of the long line of cars behind us. The Hunt usually spanned a period of just two days. Two days of violently hunting down wild games. The Hunt was a largely anticipated event and I failed to see how something so dangerous could be looked forward to. And not to mention, they'd be killing i

They were now allowing me the time to explain uninterrupted. “The hunter known as Hank, was ordered to kidnap Zelena as a babe from a pack we suspect was in Alaska. In doing so her birth parents were killed along with the remainder of their pack”. “My Alpha-Son” another commander interrupted, he placed his hand on his chest and bowed his head slightly as a show of respect and submission. “Jonathon is my name, why would the hunters go to such lengths for your True Mate?” I felt all eyes burning into me, waiting for the answer to his question.

“My beastform is male, but even that's not enough to convince him that it's not just a phase. Apparently, the hunters are of a similar mindset.” “How did they get your dead name?” Bella asked, trying not to sound as concerned as she was about what his answer would be. “The same way they found you at that conference and maybe even before,” he replied. “The hunters are a small handful of inbred families who have managed to forge some heavy connections around the entire continent, but their base is here. I'm thinking it's no accident the first hybrid anyone has heard of in ages was drawn to go to school in the same spot, all the way from Texas.”

A figure emerged from the tree line—a tall man with the unmistakable confidence of someone who thought he was in control. Benton Nye. I had only seen his picture in the dossier Hana provided on the drive from the farm to the park. His picture had been burned into my mind—a man with sharp features, dark hair, and a smirk that barely concealed his arrogance. The dossier detailed his role as the leader of the American Hunter Association, his calculated brutality, and his obsession with destroying the supernatural and avenging his mentor, Sakina Adio. He didn’t just kill supernatural beings—he studied them, broke them, and experimented on them.

Then, out of that void, a figure stepped forward. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Clad in black leather that seemed to absorb the moonlight. His face was hidden beneath a hood, but his presence—goddess above, his presence—was suffocating. It pressed against me the way Damon and Lucas’s dominance did, only sharper, like knives instead of claws. “Finally,” the hunter said, his voice low and smooth, carrying a deadly calm. “The fated wolves, united in one den. How generous of you to gather.”

A swift kick disarmed the man, and Kane's blade—a silver-edged knife he'd pulled from his boot—ended the fight with a single, efficient strike. From the opposite side of the clearing came a sharp, ear-piercing howl. Gunnar, Xander's hulking cousin, had taken down a hunter armed with a semi-automatic rifle. His wolf form was massive, his fur almost black with streaks of deep auburn. He growled low and deep, standing over the fallen man as his jaws dripped with blood. Gunnar's presence alone seemed to unnerve the remaining hunters, who faltered in their attacks, their formation breaking as panic set in.

Said the man, he then turn his attention to me, “And, this must be the miss with Hyacinth heart?” I nodded my head. “Yes, that would be me. Nice to meet you, Alpha Arrowroot. My name is Cattleya Hunt.” “Nice to meet you, miss Cattleya Hunt.” He then spread his hand, “Welcome to my land." This is it, this is the protection that she has told me. Possibly, the man from the Hemlock pack still searching for us, and lying low, will definitely work in our favor. The other member of the Arrowroot pack is still in their wolf form, just like the War team. The only exception was Ash and the two drivers. I can see they sustained some injuries.