Hunter Library Utah Novels & Stories

She walked a few steps behind Austin, still distributing the remaining bread to the others. In her mind, she still remembered the lingering warmth from Austin's previous embrace, the calmness that soothed her nerves, like natural oxytocin that held back her anxiety. Seara couldn't deny that Austin's touch had stirred her heart, even if it was only for a moment, or fleetingly. Shortly after the food was distributed, a shadow moved from behind a large oak tree. Hunter Lycan had appeared and gave a hand signal. Austin understood immediately. "The old warehouse at the end of the road," whispered the soldier. "Five young she-wolves inside. Guarded by seven or eight Rogues."

Brett asked. Harley nodded. “She is a lone wolf. We know that she lives three hours south of here in a small cabin. The location is a little obscure, but we know that it is located between two packs and sits close to a river. I think it is the White Claw Pack and the Lotus Pack.” “Is your aunt Trudy?” Brett asked, adjusting in his chair so he could look at me more directly. “Yes, it is. Do you know her?” Harley asked curious as to how someone would be familiar with a lone wolf.

I asked him, and he grinned evilly. "You should. Arent, you screwing his daughter?" he said, and the pack members gasped at his words. "I see your pack does not know that your mate is John Hunter's daughter. That is bad Alpha Wilde. Why bring calamity upon them like that? Do you know that your in-laws are responsible for a mass killing of humans at a gala some nights ago? Their food supply went low, and they decided to vamp out on humans. So I will ask you for the last time, Wilde, where is he?" He asked. "I don't know, and I doubt if he is behind this because he does not survive on blood. And the majority of Linus's family live off animals. Why don't you find out who destroyed their animal

"Didn't you tell it yet to the leaders of the village? "No. I want to hear first what happened to you." Flint nodded from what the alpha leader said and start to narrate what happened when he encountered the werewolf hunter. "Well, she's gorgeous and sexy. I meet her in the bar where humans just want to have fun. I didn't realize it was a trap because I don't sense anything from her nor if she was dangerous to be with." Kasper glared at him after what he said. "What?" Flint asked innocently.

My butt no sooner met the grass and the warlock fell from the sky in front of me, making me jump. “No time to rest,” he said, wagging his finger at me. Okay dad, shit, we’ve only been at war for two days but yeah, sure. “There’s a pack just over this hillside, in the valley. Gunner is there, I’m certain, they are helping him or housing him … I’m not sure why or who they are,” he said. “Well if he’s taken Ellie to be his Luna, which is what Tyson says, he needs a pack. He doesn’t have a pack anymore so maybe he’s taken over another one,” Hunter said.

Warning: Reference of Rape ahead. Continue at your discretion. Gunner Hunter and I decided to head into the United States territories and scan the packs from afar to see if we can find my mate. I’ve been gone from the pack for almost a week and I know I am going to have to return soon, but I don’t want return empty handed. Thankfully for me, lycan’s can hide their scent. ‘Do you hear that,’ says Hunter through the mind link. ‘Sounds like a football game,’ I reply.

But I manage to keep my shit together, and I helped him to get up, and I manage to put him in a bed over the ER room. It didn't take too much to see people noticing him very easily. He is Liam Hunter, the youngest and the biggest billionaire in America. He has his name on brands and any tv stations or magazine covers. He has a private jet and tons of money and women. It's easy to notice somebody like him. And I know from my experience. The bad part of this is people noticing me as well. I hated that so much. I hated so much to be in the spotlights. I left him on the bed, and I rush back to close the door and the curtains in that room. People become noisy, and quite frankly both of us needed

They were called hunters. In his dying prayer, with the token of his faltering breath, the first Chavére Alpha provoked the ancient truce and etched it into his bloodline. In every decade, under the hunter’s moon, hunters with skills and strength comparable to the Lycans woke to protect wolves. And for a bleak moment, there was hope for the wolves.

“I’m assuming the delegation is coming home soon?” “Should be. Walt is under investigation. Won’t be hearing from him for a while.” He shrugs. “Not that it bothers me any. Good riddance. But I do have a favor to ask you.” I look at him confused. “And that is?” Hunter grabs another set of shorts from a hidden storage bin behind the tree. “Mind if I come visit? Pretty sure I caught scent of my mate in your pack.”

“My betas are going to comb the place for leads and I’ll make sure they break everything.” “Come on man! My parents are going to kill me.” I marched out of the living room. Entitled prick, I thought. Hold on Summer. I’m coming. I’m never letting her out of my sight again. She’s never leaving my room when I have her back in my arms. *** Hunter returned to the Pack House or what was left of it when he shifted back to human form. He was useless to us because he couldn’t tell me who cursed him. I needed a name and an address because it wouldn’t take me long to kill them.