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As I watch, trying to figure out how to help, I hear him. I turn to see Troy standing on top of one of the hunter’s vehicles, shouting orders. A feral snarl rips from my mouth. He will die for hurting my mate. In an instant, I’m racing toward him. Some hunters make the mistake of getting between me and my prey. I take them down easily. They may have guns, but they are human and no match for me. Troy turns, seeing me. His lip curls. “Get him!” He shouts.

She began to think that perhaps she had hit it, but that was a dangerous assumption, especially for a Hunter. The wolves were stronger, faster, and fiercer than they were. For the Hunter, to assume wrong was to assume death, and so she had trained herself to trust nothing more than her senses. To assume she had hit it alone was a stretch, but then there came the question: was it killed or merely wounded. If wounded, how badly? If incapacitated, is it truly helpless or merely feigning an injury as part of a trap? The wolves had been known at times to trick the Hunters. They, too, were hunters, after all.

“And I will never accept it.” Something stabs deep in my chest, sharper than I expect. I cover it with a scoff. “Join the club. I’ll even get us matching jackets.. Team Hatred.” His eyes flash, a storm raging there, but before either of us can say something we’ll regret or, worse, something true, a branch snaps nearby. We spin in unison, instincts sharpening. The scent hits me first: acrid, metallic. Hunters. Of course. Because what’s better than a midnight bond spat? Throw in some humans with UV rounds. Perfect.

“There was a letter sixteen-year-old Hunter wrote. Some girl he was fooling around with knew of the letter, and maybe Hunter treated her a bit badly. I don’t know, but she informed his mum about the letter and it was found. That was the same month Hunter stopped going to see Oliver. Your father’s investigations and sources say Oliver would come to games alone after that, to the parks they used to visit. I’m sure they just looked like friends and all that. Just two werewolf teens hanging. But two months later my cousin is killed, and Hunter leverages his knowledge of the fact that Myrtle was involved in shady shit with the Shadowbane pack on her and he makes her give him a necklace. Then he w

I don't even understand what this Lycan is all about, but I only know Grandma is despise this species as if they are suppose not to exist! “Stop, everyone...” I pleading, yet to my shock, they only intensified. Grandma said in authorize voice, “Yes! Let's do that! Save the future of the huntress!” I was shaken, look back Grandma, and barely said with my shaken voice, “Grandma, why...” But then I realize... I was so weak, and can't possibly stop them as they leave that night... for search a Lycan in every part of this world! “My weakness... cause the huntress to forget their ideal that night,” I thought, even now still think it's the right to not be the cause of their forgetting the purpose o

She looked at me with an expression that made me realize that she has seen some things that made her hate them. "I know you were a rogue before but our experience with rogues was extremely…traumatizing. I cannot think of them as normal wolves because of what we went through…I–I didn't mean to offend you…" "I know, Ruth." I gave her a small smile. "I don't blame you for feeling that way. I want you to know hunters are way worse. Rogues are werewolves and they mostly attack if they want resources or if they have an issue with the packs but hunters aren't like that. They attack for money, pleasure, or just for the mere need of entertainment. They have members from different species and they are

Hunter growled out, putting much emphasis on each word especially the last. Zane raised his eyebrow and took a step forward but a huge bundle of glowing yellow light blasted from Hunter’s right hand, almost hitting Zane right in the face had he not cast a protective barrier around him. “Interesting, indeed,” he smiles. “Sorry but you’re not the first man to confess to me. You should know I only like girls,” Hunter smirked and I knew he was teasing him. I rolled my eyes. Is he seriously making a joke at a time like this? I sighed and shook my head before looking back at Zane who is now staring directly at me.

he finally mumbled quietly to me. I looked over at him with a tilt of my head. What did that have to do with Rem’s bed preferences? He looked at me uneasily for a moment and then said, “Hunters aren’t fully human either. We’re not supernatural beings like werewolves, but we’re different from average humans. That’s how we’re able to do what we do. Some come from witch and wizard bloodlines, others heroes of old lore… but there’s always something about our bloodlines that gives us a stronger edge.”

Hunter. She was a hunter! I had developed some kind of insane obsession with a hunter! This time I was sure to find myself in a fate of death. The question, however, was who was she? A friend of theirs? A cousin maybe? I hoped that she was not a close relative of theirs or else this obsession would become a whole lot more complicated. A vampire and hunter having a more than platonic relationship was not only illegal, but suicide.

asked Oberon with a sardonic smile playing on his lips. His mind drifted to the other blood relations he had scattered all over the world. None of them knew each other. All of them bound together by blood and a father who had never even the interest of bringing them together until it was too late and the basic string that connected them was gone. Cedric Hunter, who had not even bothered to look back once after he had left all those women pregnant all over the world. He sometimes wished the he could bring him back to life and then strangle him all over again just for the sake of putting him through this misery all his life. Normal