Hunter Library Utah Novels & Stories

Hunter dismisses his pack and we all look on as they exchange confused looks with one another. “Seriously, no harm will come to any of you. Go, rest, and gather back here at 09:00 for your assignments.” He reassures them that what is happening isn’t a ruse or ridiculously extravagant plot to kill them all in their sleep. Some of the women Liberty hugged remain behind after everyone else leaves the courtyard. “With your permission, these women will return to Pine Lake with us.” Liberty addresses Hunter formally in the presence of his new pack members. He doesn’t question her, he never has. I don’t recall anyone questioning or second guessing Liberty’s instincts or instructions.

I knew they were alive, but I had a feeling whatever was in that safe house might help us win the war against the hunters. “That looks like it’s underwater” Tyler said. He was right. What kind of safe house could be in Lake Huron and how were we going to get to it? With no charged volcanic obsidian crystals left we have no choice but to drive, luckily it looks like it’s about an hour from here. I’m starting to miss the solitude of my bunkie life with all this running around and chaos. “What did she tell you?” Tyler asked once we were on our way. “She told me she is part of a secret society of witches trying to stop the hunters” I told him.

The pack guardian's panicked voice filled the air. "Miss Thorne! Hunter is missing! He was in his sleeping quarters, but now he's gone!" **(God's POV)** Hunter Thorne sat curled against Lucian's den entrance, his small body shivering in the moonlight. His bare paws were dirty from running through the territory without hunting boots. He clutched a stuffed moon-rabbit tightly to his chest, whispering to himself in the darkness. "I'm not scared," he muttered, his voice trembling. "Ethan will be back soon. He promised we could play together."

Grayson asked, "Have you found any information about Hunter yet?" Rodney responded, "We have, but it's all inconsequential. Hunter has been confined in their prison since he arrived in Mandoria. They never beat or tortured him throughout his captivity. They even made sure he is well fed, too."

He explained. Embarrassment had my cheeks heating. “Right. I apologize, I’m still recovering from everything.” “Don’t mention it. You have every right to be protective of the ones you love.” Lyra countered with ease. She swiped a few of the papers off the table and slid them over to our side. One was a map of the country with two clear dots stationed almost a thousand miles apart. “There are two hidden Lycan camps. The biggest is Maine, and the smaller is Virginia. You’ll notice both are deep within the Appalachian Mountains.”

She wanted to talk but as it stood, she didn’t know what would happen to her job which she had almost just sabotaged with her temper. ***** Hunter arrived at the village around 7:30pm. He was exhausted and needed some water. He asked for it as soon as he saw the first hut. He drank the water briskly and left. He didn’t want any attention to be drawn to him. He had been in this village before with Walutanga. They had visited some two years ago but Hunter didn’t reach the Chief’s house though He knew where it was. He found his way but reaching there, the place was dead silent.

” Jonathan asked, walking in with a cup of coffee in one hand and his tablet in the other. “A hunter has been spotted in our territory.” I stated. Both froze, eyes wide. If not for werewolf reflexes, I’m pretty sure Jonathan’s coffee and tablet would have crashed to the floor. “A… a hunter? There hasn’t been one in decades. How can we be sure they are a hunter? Who reported them?” Charles immediately questioned. “Because I’m the one that reported them. Sakina Adio is currently staying in the Hampton Inn in Eugene. The Adio family are rather notorious hunters though mostly based in Egypt.” I explained.

“Can you tell us where there is a practice range?” He’d been reading about the Horton Legacy 225 in his sportsman’s magazine and was actually considering getting one, so he was eager to try it out now and see if it was everything the articles and reviews claimed it to be. “Well now,” said the young, freckle faced clerk. “That’s a puzzlement. Let me think.” He scratched the sparse fuzz on his chin as he contemplated where to send us. Las Vegas was geared for gambling and party times and offered little for those who were interested in hunting and the great outdoors. “There’s a place near Pahrump that might let you practice.”

“So, what do we need to know about Domlur?” Quinn asked while we are eating our breakfast at Rendall’s house. Last night, we decided to plan everything so that we can pull off this mission. It was supposed to be my mission but they used the word “our” and I can’t help but be thankful that I have them. “Well, Domlur is where werewolves live.” Quinn and I scowled at what Rendall said. That is common knowledge for god’s sake.

I’d kept in close contact with the hunters at home, and, though I’d been less preoccupied with hunting during my three years of study, I’d managed to fit in a few excursions and taken down a good number of monsters in the process. Harper had been more than willing to move back to Seafall with me. He’d grown up on the outskirts of Nottingham, and had longed to live by the coast. Fortunately for us both, he’d been offered a permanent position at the hospital he’d done one of his rotations in during his fourth year – one which just so happened to be the nearest large practise to Seafall. There was a sudden ruffling of paper, and I shot a cautious glance towards Cyrus. He’d covered his face back