Huntington Comic Con Novels & Stories

He didn't appear to be upset to be joining his mate at all. Of the more than 3,000 omegas that had started The Hunt, only 243 were still unclaimed. That night, 243 Hunters returned to the castle and planned the next phase of their attack. Because, at this point in the game, their animalistic nature could do nothing less than attack.

I take a seat next to him. -The meeting was about the attack on the Coastal Current Pack-Me -What did they find out?-Henry -All we could see on the cameras were multiple wolves but they couldn’t tell who was how-Me -I know more was discussed but they won’t say-Me -We need to find out-Henry -I know but I think Harrington might be starting to suspect me-Me -We need to be more cautious then-Henry -I know and I have been. He has been acting this way since we were little. I think he may know that Chester’s dad is not my real father-Me

Hudson signaled to Avery that the Montgomerys, along with the Alphas of several corrupt neighboring packs, were involved in a massive illegal silver trade. These dark dealings were usually hidden, but there was an annual Great Hunt where the wealthy benefactors gathered to celebrate their power. The event was a week away. Escaping during the chaos of the Hunt was their best chance. Hudson’s workload doubled as he was forced to prepare the grounds. With exhaustion etched into his features, he worked tirelessly, weaving a plan to steal Avery away.

“Yes. This isn’t their headquarters. They don’t disclose where that is for security reasons, but they usually take over a hotel and secure it for such gatherings.” “Like the Hunters do when they bring a hunting party to town and say it’s a conference?” “Exactly like Hunters,” Jax answered wryly. He switched off the car and sighed as he sat back and rolled his shoulders. She was such a lousy mate; she’d slept for a long time and didn’t offer to do any of the driving. Jax had been up all night, too. He’d also been up the night before when she’d told him about Brit.

The luncheon was at an exclusive hotel restaurant in the nearby pila town and Celeste grabbed the leash even though her dog did not need it. There had been two other Hunts since Wyatt had the first non-Hunt. The third one was approaching, and this would be the fourth non-Hunt. And of course, people were upset that the Midnight Sun Pack in Iceland would be holding another non-Hunt. Not the majority, but many packs still clung to the old ways. Which led to Celeste suffering through a luncheon with Luna’s that needed a good night at the strip club followed by a damned good fucking. Or maybe that’s what she needed.

Not like he couldn’t buy a whole Tiffany store whenever he felt like it. I was still trying to make up my mind when Susan came back with the mail, and gave me a business envelope with the logo of the media network that hosted Brandon’s show. What the fuck? It contained a personalized invitation with my full name to attend the live premiere of Haunters season finale at some theatre in Los Angeles on October 30. Excuse me? What the fucking fuck?

He was sitting down, drinking not wine but honey water. "What happened to your alcohol tolerance, Mr. Locke?" someone called out. "It can't be helped. My stomach is feeling uncomfortable after an entire day of drinking," Anthony replied, recalling Yvonne's words. Everyone was discussing the bet between Jared and Luther tonight. At that moment, Shane exclaimed in shock, "According to a news report, Curtis Hunter and Gabriel Sutton were attending a gathering the other day, and this woman clinging to Curtis is named Sasha Quick! She was in Luther's car today, and I also remember seeing her before.

Hunter asked, trying to sound casual. "Well, Alexei's here. But I think some of the extended royal family is coming tomorrow." Hunter nodded, looking like he wanted to ask something else but didn't know how. "Come on," Carson said, taking pity on him. "Let's get settled in. Tonight's the welcome reception, and tomorrow the real festival begins." As we walked toward our accommodations, I felt that familiar mix of excitement and nervousness. This was it, my debut as High Crest's Luna at the biggest werewolf social event of the year.

Upon hearing the news, she coolly remarked, "The Spectrehowl Pack always drags its feet. This should have been settled long ago. How can I trust you with important tasks when the mating ceremony isn't even on the agenda yet?" Hunt, noting her stern expression and recalling the recent demands for intercourse, felt a surge of disgust. He had heard she was preparing her body for pregnancy. Given this, he was willing to cooperate. A son from the Shuman family would inevitably align with the Spectrehowl Pack's interests. "I'll speak to them when I return," Hunt said. Madison inquired, "The Moon Newborn Festival is approaching. Have you invited Priest Abram?" "Yes, I've invited Priest Abram and se

Hunter pipes up as we walk out of the training center towards the family mansion and packhouse. “Yeah, tell a couple of Omegas to put them on the trailer. I heard Crystal Lake has some nice winding roads to ride on through the mountains… Tell them I want my Harley Davidson.” A long slow bike ride will help with the monotonousness of all the fucking parties I will have to attend with that she-wolf. Maybe it will give me an excuse to skip a few. With a grin, Hunter says, “You got it, boss.” When we reach the family mansion, my mother mind-links me to meet her in the Luna study. “Owen Mars Drake, please come to my study.” Oh fuck, she fucking used my full name which means she’s pissed off about