Hunter Owl House Novels & Stories

The cold air seeped into the cab even with the windows rolled up, and my wolf stirred uneasily under my skin. The cab slowed as we reached the edge of a massive lake, where a house stood near the water like something out of an old ghost story. It was big—too big, with its wide glass windows staring out at the dock like soulless eyes. “This is it,” Silas muttered, throwing cash at the driver before climbing out. I followed reluctantly, Scout curling tighter against me as the biting cold hit like a slap. Silas didn’t even look back to check if I was behind him.

But the thing that alarmed Ash the most was his conclusion from this entire riddle. There is a mole in the White Wolf's Clan. His hands were shaking as he minimised the image of the tomb and maximised his program. His Spider Crawl was a system he programmed years ago that would gather him some sensitive information that couldn't be gathered anywhere. Even bridging the CIA's information database. Of course, he kept it hidden from the authority and kept it as his personal property as he didn't want to cause commotion through his program. The program blinked a notification showing that his crawling was complete. He clicked OK and then the report displayed.

A rustle erupts to her right, and she squints at the shadow on the ground, her night vision granted by her wolf counterpart allowing Olivia to easily make out the shape of what appears to be an owl, the bird perched higher on the small cliff of soil and leaves. The owl peers back at Olivia for a moment, holding in its beak a worm, and with the sound of another ruffle in the forest, the owl takes off, vanishing through the trees’ crowns. Olivia shrugs and stands from her crouch position, and she quickly dresses herself back, grabs her phone that she tucks in her sweatpants’ pockets, and she trudges to the forest’s outskirts, making her way back to the flat. As Olivia slides the hood of her sw

You even underrated the villagers for hiding in their respective houses when you, yourself was also one of the brainless. I kept running yet my feet has no right direction of Ghino's whereabouts. My wolf was like a total idiot who was running on an empty road again and again. But, what am I supposed to do? Think, Nathan! Think! So, I glued my feet on the ground and stored enough energy inside my stomach. Then I howled as louder as my wolf could reach. My howl sounded like a clap of roaring thunder and vibrated the ground and walls of the houses nearby. As a result, most, if not all, birds and other tiny insects resting in those towering trees and bushes flew away.

She backs up onto the asphalt without arguing, which scares me more than the birds. I look out at the open snow. There's a hare out there. White on white about sixty yards out, sitting up with its ears twitching. 'Rabbit,' my wolf says excitedly. 'Hare.' My wolf rolls his eyes like I’m being ridiculously pedantic. 'They taste the same.' Then an owl comes flying out of the trees and most of the tension drains out of me. It was a bird of prey after all. I watch it with relieved appreciation. It’s a great grey. Biggest owl in these woods, it’s wingspan is wider than Mato's shoulders when it’s spread. It’s magnificent.

Everyone present in the ballroom gathered around to take pictures and praise it. Once it got enough of the attention, it flew from mom's hands and settled down back on my shoulder. Hawks are known to be carnivorous hunters and very big in shape and size. “Woah, what am amazing sound it makes” everyone gushed as it quietly settled down on my shoulder. “Have you had enough?” I spoke to him softly. It looked at me for few seconds before once again focusing on everything else. “Mom, do you need any help with the preparations?” I asked.