Hunting Adeline Summary Novels & Stories

Chloe says eyeballing me and I shake my head playfully. "Nope, she is all mine," I reply. ******* ATTICUS POV "What do you mean? She can't be gone," we growl as Logan watches us with a look of terror on his face. Adeline can't be missing. She has no where to go. She was happy in pack Thurman. She wouldn't leave without telling us. "We have looked everywhere... She left a note, Atticus. I am sorry, but she is gone. I read it when I found it... She is gone," Logan says as he lifts a folded piece of paper.

Rayla began telling the story of an unheeded attempt. "Look, I don't know who you are or why the heck you stopped Vladimir over there from nipping my life supply in the bud, and I won't say I appreciate your assistance as much as I should. Leave me alone and..." Higgins supplied every unspoken explanation he could think of to argue Rayla's assistance. The hunter wanted to put an end to it all, and prolonging his death just added to his anguish for the years of misery he had endured. Higgins' unexpected halt in his statement was not caused by Rayla's interference, as one might expect, but rather by the lauded thuds of a familiar Delta's feet.

She missed them more and more and longed for both even more than she ever did at this moment, she had to go on and keep moving to get them back as soon as she could. Up next was Abaddon the telepathic demon of hell. Edna had always been a skilled hunter. She had spent years training in the art of tracking and killing her prey, honing her skills until she was one of the most feared hunters in the land. But nothing could have prepared her for what was to come.

Disbelief evident in his face. Amy and I exchanged looks. "Why did Hunter give us this address? It couldn't be..." Amy's voice trailed off as she took the paper abruptly from Axel's hand. "It really is in Hunter's territory, but are we even allowed there?" "That's what I've been thinking. The Cruelcrest Hounds Pack is not the type to take just anyone in, especially not a..." Axel stopped himself before he could say it, but I decided to help finish his sentence for him regardless.

'We have company. As we crested the hill, the smell of humans wafted over to us. Humans and silver. 'Hunters,' Trevor gasped. We all pushed harder. I hardly had time to process the scene we came up to before Adair was leaping through the air, landing on the back of a man with a gun pointed between the eyes of a small, auburn colored wolf. Our claws dug down the length of his back, fangs sinking into the back of his neck. We leapt off his back. He wasn’t quite dead, but he was human. He wasn’t long for this world. I lunged around, launching at the youngest one. We almost felt bad as we ripped through his throat. He was only a kid, a life full of hopes and dreams ahead of him. But the silver b

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

I was proud of my business and what I’d accomplished with it in just a few years. Guess we’ll just have to rebuild better. Make the most of this crappy situation and the forced holiday we’re taking. It smells like a campfire somebody pissed on. The gasoline smell is still strong under the wet char, even days later. The hunters walked our fence the morning after Heidi came through the gate. More than a dozen of them spread out in a line like they were looking for a lost dog. Probably shouldn’t insult dogs by comparing them to Wes Corben. The guilt still hasn’t arrived. I’m pretty sure it’s not going to.

Her eyes looked distant—empty, as if she was carrying something she didn’t want to share. Without another word, she stood up and walked out of the room. Odette and Thea fell silent, watching her leave. Adeline headed to the kitchen. She sat at the dining table, poured herself a glass of water, and took a long sip. “They don’t know… and they don’t need to know,” she whispered to herself, sadness tightening her chest. ***

"She is gone. They took her." I stood up from my chair so fast that the heavy wooden seat fell backward onto the stone floor with a loud crash. The entire hall went completely silent. The music stopped playing, and every lord turned to look at the royal table. "Who is gone?" I demanded. "Adeline," Malcolm whispered, looking up at me with terror in his eyes. "Alpha Hilton and his trackers left the castle gates ten minutes ago through the side exits. They found out she was trying to escape, and they are hunting her down right now. They took their hunting hounds and their weapons."

She ran from the man her father sold her to. She never expected to run straight into her mate. Lyra Cole has one rule: never stop moving. Three months after fleeing an arranged sale to Roman Ashford, Alpha of the Thornfield Pack, she crosses into North Ridge territory on the worst possible night — the Full Moon, when every wolf in the pack is hunting. Alpha Kael Varga catches her scent before he catches her. But the moment he corners her, his wolf recognizes something his instincts can't ignore: she's his mate. With his own pack closing in and pack law demanding he hand her over, Kael makes a reckless choice — he hides her, lies to his beta, and claims her as his own in front of the entir