Romans & histoires Huntington Comic Con

But suddenly, I doubled over as an agonized welt of pain blistered over my body… but not my pain, somewhere from the crowd, an agony emanating through the link. I regained my composure as my anxious eyes scanned over the crowd, noticing a man pushing his way past the crowd out the back exit. A hood pulled over his head as etched tattoos ran over his sleeveless arms. From what I could see he was tall and big, muscles thronging under darkened skin.

On the pink home page, all the other women's photos had disappeared. Only my photo remained, hanging alone in the center, locked onto by a huge, bloody red "Hunting" icon. Below it was a new line in bold black text. [Exclusive Hunting Mode activated.] The target of the new Quest was simple and crude. [At the public lecture three days from now, get Sinead soaked in front of everyone.] [Quest Reward, two thousand dollars.] The words "soaked" had been written in red, loaded with insult and innuendo.

If I was going to be alone at my enemy's party, I was going to be drunk. “Rum and coke. Double,” I shouted at the bartender. I downed the first one in seconds. The second one I sipped, the alcohol beginning to blur the sharp edges of the room. I scanned the crowd, looking for anyone I remembered. And then I stopped breathing. Fifteen feet away, a man stood with his arm draped around a brunette. He was staring directly at me, his eyes dark and hollow. It wasn't Harrison. It was Adrian Huntington. I sat frozen as he shoved the girl away. He didn't care about her. He didn't have a heart to care with.

“Concerts. He was really into bands from the 70s and the early 80s. CCR, Doobie Brothers, Santana. He was traveling the United States, Canada and Mexico going to the concerts. I pulled out his vinyl collection, checked the schedules and figured he’d be in Denver for the next Eagles concert. I scoped out the rest areas on I-70 that were remote enough to offer the type of privacy he needed and parked myself in one for two nights. Second night I got him.” Even Earl looked intrigued. “What happened then?” I shrugged. “I killed him. When a wolf dies, they shift back to the wolf form. I loaded the body up, delivered it to my employers and collected a check.” I pulled down the neck of my

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.

God how I miss him. Huh? We stopped, red light, he looked over his shoulder. Smiling, his tattoo made him more beautiful more than anything. Right then I know when James said he would give the moon and die for his boyfriend because right now I felt the same. Towards this stranger I just met.