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"I have a lot that I need to explain to you, and I don't want to overwhelm you. She took a deep breath and nodded at me to continue. "As I said before, I am a hunter in an organization called The Vindicta. I have been training since I was ten years old. My parents were killed in an attack by a rogue werewolf and Liam, and I were rescued by Ard’al. He took us in and was a father to us. When it came time for the trials I won. I became a hunter and I've been going on mission after mission ever since. Ard’al told me when I became a hunter that we all have one destined person, a soul mate. We already have a bond, but it won't fully form until we accept each other completely."

"H-hunter...? " ∆∆∆ End of Chapter ∆∆∆

The lights to the pack hospital were on, even though it was the middle of the night. The Alpha and I got out and headed into the building and walked up to the reception area. “General Nerine has broken her arm; I would like the doctor to make sure it is set properly before it heals." The receptionist nodded and picked up the phone. A few minutes later, a doctor walked out into the waiting area. “I am doctor Aura, please come with me.” Dr Aura was small for a werewolf; she was petite with greying brown hair and brown eyes. I nodded and followed her as she led me down a hallway and into an examination room.

Please. Hunter's shoulders shifted slightly and I saw him take a deep breath, like he was trying to rein in his anger. He didn't turn to look at me but I could tell he had received my message. The tension in his body eased just a fraction, though he still looked ready to throw another punch at the slightest provocation. I turned away from Hunter and faced Xavier, who was still hovering protectively near Mr. Hawthorn. The sight of him standing there, choosing that horrible man over me, made something inside my chest crack and splinter.

Then it happened. A glow ignited beneath Hunter’s skin, spreading like veins of molten gold. His already imposing frame seemed to expand, his golden-brown fur darkening, his eyes flaring with silver fire. A ripple of energy pulsed outward, and I felt it—a force older than anything I had ever known. Hunter wasn’t just shifting. He was awakening. Layla stumbled back, her breath hitching. “No—no, that’s not possible,” she whispered, shaking her head. “Your kind was wiped out. You—You shouldn’t exist!”

The last of my strength finally gave out as I curled into a ball on the floor, the drug finally in full effect as I moaned in pain from my body’s torment. “SOPHIA!” Hunter was suddenly beside me, the scent of vanilla and pachouli invading my senses, making the heat in my blood burn higher. His eyes were glowing as his wolf caught my arousal. “Help me!” I whimpered as sweat covered my body. “I got you, baby girl,” he replied as he lifted me gently in his arms and carried me. “WHERE ARE YOU TAKING MY BETA!” Jaxon screamed through the fog, along with the sounds of the rogues being detained.

《 Xander 》 Fuck! She's in heat! I followed her here to reject her, but she surprised me by doing it first. It hurt my ego, though I don't want her, I rejected her rejection. "Please stop the pain; ahh, it's so hot. She’s panting hard. I can smell her arousal, and it's driving me crazy. I am already hard. I can't let her stay here alone. I am not that heartless. The unmated wolves will track her scent, and they will try to rape her.

she calls out, a smirk playing at her lips. She just had to end with another jab about the formal. Right when Axel was here. God, I’ll kill this girl someday. Axel, however, doesn’t seem to pick up on Corey’s final remark. His eyes are fixed on the book in front of me. “What are you reading?” “It’s… nothing. Just a story.” But almost as if he can sense my bluff, he flips the front page with ease, revealing the title sprawled in bold letters: LYCANTHROPY: HISTORY, MYTHS & OLD FOLKLORE.

She would not apologize for it now. The girl in me would weep about it later. We both knew that too. Hunter had dragged himself to the base of a tree. His good hand pressed the ruin of his shoulder, his eyes open and fixed on me, blood dark on his mouth. He looked at the silver wolf I had become and did not look away, though holding his eyes open cost him. There was chase in that look. And catching. And something close to grief. "There you are," he said, like a man greeting someone he had waited his whole life to meet.

’, he said. ‘Find the Luna, Chase.’ I shifted midair at the edge of the forest, the need to find my mate paramount. I was feeling all sorts of things through the link. Her anger, jealousy, fear. Havoc ran faster, scenting her in the flower fields. Right as I crossed into them, I felt overwhelming love through the bond, and sadness. I looked across the field and saw her underneath sulfur and death himself, the stench almost overpowering. He was licking her marking spot, preparing her for his mark.