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She said, trying to remember the vague of memory, “I'm hunting-” “The hell misty!” “My lady should let me finish my words please?” She giggled, kinda amuse. “And what's wrong hunting if it's for the love of my life?” “How can hunting be related to love, Misty?” My mind spun to the idea, given a destructive results if relates the act to love. She shiver, and somehow a thing last night came to her mind. She murmured, “So if ever, I was hunt... for love?” Misty's eyes widened. “Are you being hunt, my lady?”

I couldn't blame him though because if it was a crime I was definitely guilty too. Eyes sampling him like a slab of meat. My blood vessels were rushing with more desire than blood at the moment. And my gaze was lingering at the top of his shirt were three buttons were undone. His tattoos peeked faintly from the space, sleekly, arousing and intoxicating. I couldn't even fathom how many times I had swallowed in the short service. We soon said our vows, eyes devouring each other as we placed the rings. He had gotten pure gold bands.

He guides me through the hallways, almost like he knew the place. “Have you killed Hallen?” I had to know. Surely it would be the first thing he will do. “No.” “Why not? He is the one that’s doing all this.” “Because there is a code between Wolves and Vampires.” “A code? Logan hasn’t mentioned any code!” “Hallen has not killed a wolf yet. There will be a war, but it will be a mutually agreed war. Unless Hallen kills a wolf or someone from the pack kills a vampire first. Logan really didn’t explain that to you?”

Rather, like others before me, I'll die in the attempt. "VAL!" I shout, urging her to move faster. Hunter once again cocks his gun, and just like before, nothing happens. I swallow, knowing my odds of survival are drastically decreasing by the second. I can tell that he's using the classic Colt .45mm pistol. Which means there are only eight rounds. Hunter has already used three rounds, leaving five more left. The bullet could be in any one of those rounds. "I don't like to be kept waiting, Mr. Westshire." Hunter exclaims, pulling back on the trigger once more. I feel my heart stop in my chest as I attempt to prepare myself for the inevitable bullet. When it doesn't come once again, I gulp in

He was giving nothing away. "You will find, my love, that sometimes it is better to live with the anticipation than to find out the truth too early and ruin the excitement of The Hunt," Richard said conspiratorially to Izzy. Her eyes twinkled as she glanced up at her dad with a smile. "Oh, Daddy, I don't really think there is anything in the entire world that could ruin the excitement of my Hunt," she said, laughing as she surveyed the room. She was looking for someone who might catch her eye the way a mate might. She was not making any headway; each face looked the same as the last, and the hall was filled with crowds of people, too many to see at one time. No one stood out to her. She woul

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.