Novel & Cerita Hunter Hybrid

I hurried over to Hunter and asked him what was going on and noticed he had a map out. “The one bus taking the hybrids to Red Moon pack was ambushed and all the hybrids are missing. Some of the parents are hurt and I am sending a team of my warriors there now since my pack is the closest. I would have sent my cousin Alpha Chance, but his hands are tied with the other buses arriving and needing to make sure they are kept safe.” Hunter tells me and even though I already knew I had to ask. “Do we know for sure who did the ambush?” I asked Hunter and moving to the map to see where they had it circled.

She dropped the subject then "So, a hybrid hey? Good job" Again with the appraisal, he only took another drink as an answer. "Can you imagine? The last hybrid, she'd make quite the hunt, a real Roland award" A Roland award goes to the hunter who bagged the buck with the biggest horns, it will remain that way until a bigger buck is dropped, a world wide announced trophy. "What? You gonna stuff her head and hang it over your fire place?" He asked. "No– but I won't mind taking her skull to a taxidermist"

Now I know other Hunters used their artificial intelligence to drive their cars too, so she must be wide eyed at my specific car. I did drive a Bugatti Chiron Noire, there were only 20 made in the entire world. This one was made specifically for me. I won't even tell you what I paid for it. I just smiled at the girl and hopped into my car. Jarvis already knew where we were going, so I sat back and enjoyed the ride. My mind kept going back to Damien and the newfound information I had uncovered. I still couldn't believe he owned Edge Enterprises. So this means he knows I'm a Hunter? Or does he really know where his products go when they are bought?

Last but not least, I would be taking on my role as both Luna and Hybrid Queen. During all of the discussions, I also learned from Dirk, who had been informed by Zach, that Stryker was a hybrid. He explained how it would be different for Stryker, due to having been a wolf to begin with. When I asked about the bloodlust thing, I learned that Stryker wouldn’t have it.

I asked of Rhett. “No,” She chuckled “Rhett got all the abilities, I can run faster than average and have great eyesight but nowhere close to what some hunters have.” Hunters were strange hybrid creatures. Most hybrids were either one or the other of their parents or nothing at all. Hunters ended up with some form of supernatural ability or two but didn’t have a counterpart/spirit animal. According to Ria, her brother, Rhett was different. He could partially shift yet he had no wolf.

She watched me with those cold, calculating eyes. My plan had always been simple: mate with Ava, consolidate the power of the White Wolf, and lead the North into a new era. But looking at Hilda, I realized I’d been aiming too low. Hilda was a Hunter. I’d read the old texts. I knew the history. Hunters were the universe’s answer to wolves. They were designed, genetically and spiritually, to kill us. It didn't matter how fast we were or how quickly we healed—Hunters were the hard-stop. If I could plant my seed in her, if I could father a child with a Wolf Hunter, that child would be unstoppable. A hybrid with the strength of an Alpha and the genetic imperative to kill everything in its path.

Ciaran responded before he made a small step towards the car, Tobias cleared his throat. "Have you heard about that rogue hybrid running northward?" Ciaran nodded his head. "There hasn't been any word if she's been captured or not. Alpha Mike has put a bounty on her head. Word has it, she ravaged an entire town just inside of his territory and a girl from his pack was found near the pack village. There wasn't much left of the poor girl to bury. You haven't heard the hybrid's last spotted location by chance, have you?" His eyes caught the glare of the head lights and twinkled with mischief.

Through the swirling mountain frost above, a shape finally detached itself from the upper dark of the staircase. It wasn't an armored titan. It was a slender, wire-muscled hunter clad in close-fitting, oil-skinned leather that didn't reflect the pale mountain starlight. His face was entirely hidden behind a dark brass breather-mask, his eyes obscured by twin lenses of smoked glass that glowed with a faint, predatory green hue. In his right hand, he carried a long, thin flamberge—a wavy-bladed sword designed to saw through flesh and silver mesh with minimal physical resistance. He didn't pause to offer words. He didn't hesitate at the sight of the Hybrid Queen or the ruined Alpha.

He chuckles, “She’s tough. But again, she doesn’t respond to commands, threats, or sadly torture.” I scowl, wondering how someone can stay that silent. I’ve witnessed these men at work. I know they can pull information out of the most stubborn and toughest. “What race are they?” Thinking that might hold a clue. “Uhh, Hybrids. Both of them were. Not quite like me, but similar.” This time Rhett's shoulders bunch beneath the fabric of his suit jacket. Cleary vexed by the situation. Lamia called Rhett a Hunter. Which he is. But hunters are few and far between. When a shifter mates with a human, you are usually one or the other. Human or shifter. To be born with shifter abilities but have no spir

But, this place is pretty much empty of usable things, and I don't want to dillydally. When I pass the door, I stop, and back up a few steps. Sitting there in front of the store is a large, black SUV, which wasn't there a few minutes ago. That thing's a beast. There's no way I missed it on my way in, which means that must be what Ryder chose, out of all the available cars in the city. "It's a Chevy Tahoe Hybrid. It seats eight people, and has a shit load of cargo space. Plus, it's not too bad to look at," he says with a wink. "Come on; help me load this water into the back."