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Away they went. Three hours had elapsed, yet the tournament raged on. The Red Moon pack held its lead, though the Dark of the Gods pack was a close second. In the third game, referred to as the hunt, both teams would venture into the woods together with ropes for hiding and seeking. The hunt begins with a gunshot once they've found their hiding place. Whoever gets tired will lose, and the winner will have to bring the loser to the front to see everyone in the crowd. When it was Dawn turn, she wasted no time finding a place to hide. Her familiarity with the area allowed her to pinpoint the best hiding places. What excited her most about the hunting game was competing against Malachi, her best

"There is an old saying: If you want to hide the treasure, put it in plain sight. Then no one will see it." - Larry Dossey I pull the cap of my jacket over my head when I turn onto the busy sidewalk of a very busy New York City. I should be thankful that I live in a city that never sleeps, imagine how visible I would be if I was alone. Making my way through all the people I stumble and fall over a box meeting the ground with my knees and palms. Hands pushing forward, knees bending at instinct, but in the air, fall. Could my night get anymore embarrassing. 'Who leaves a box in the middle of a sidewalk.' I mutter under my breath getting up and dusting the dirt from my knees. My body is aching

Fuck. As I neared the treeline, a whistle came from behind me. I promptly ignored it. I was too worried to see what they wanted. It wasn’t just bad luck that put me in this group today. Not after Timothy had said his friends would have been more than happy to pass me around. A few more yards and I could disappear deep inside of the forest and hide until I was finished hunting. I groaned when Raul, Jamie and their ringleader, the great Timothy himself, got in front of me. I raised the rifle and aimed it at Timothy.

The saliva of these frogs, which comes out of their nose is very poisonous in that it can burn your skin until the core. We successfully passed Yulo and now we are on the front of the third and last forest before Domlur, the forest Wadek. There is nothing special about this forest aside from it being wide. “We’ll succeed in our hunt in no time,” Rendall smirked as he stood proudly with both hands holding his waist. “We should be more aware of our surroundings,” I interrupted as I saw an unusual scratch on some trees in front of us. I snapped my finger which immediately caught Quinn and Rendall’s attention. I put my index finger close enough to my lips and slowly put down the baggage and brin

Lana would despise him forever and he needed her to take him willingly. “This way.” He grumbles through gritted teeth. Hallen walks alongside me. “How did you know? Vampires do not share information like that!” “I have my sources.” There was no way in this lifetime that I was going to tell him that my best friend was a vampire. Shifters come running towards me as we approach the ugly stone building. Hallen holds a hand up, demanding they stand down. The shifters look at one another, confused. There was a very small shake of Hallen’s head, it was obvious he was planning on attacking me later.

“The Council is concerned. Unauthorized interference during a sanctioned Hunt is a problem. Unregistered chemicals. Four prey removed from the forest under your authority.” “Prey?” I repeated. Scott looked at me. “You know what the Hunt is.” “No,” I answered quickly. “I know what I was *told* it was.” I stepped closer to the table. “People were dragged into that forest.” “That's how the Hunt works,” Scott replied. “Not like that.” “You weren't there,” he snapped. “Neither were you.” Silence fell over the room. I turned to Darren. “You’ve seen this compound before? Where?”

XX “Wolfsbane. They shot him with wolfsbane!” Shane’s rage thickens to guilt. His hands are around an unconscious and naked Neo as chaos in the name of Xandar’s betas flock around us. I’ve killed two betas with my bare hands since Neo fell unconscious and Xandar escaped. Right now, I’m staring at twenty and more betas ready to shift into their wolves and try to kill us. “I can handle them. Take Neo and leave, Shane”

MIA'S POV The red lights weren't lights at all. They were eyes. Thousands upon thousands of glowing red eyes, staring at us from the darkness beyond the bus. Each one belonging to something that wanted us dead. "Holy shit," Brady whispered. The screen descended, showing rules in that familiar blood-red text: THE CRIMSON HUNT RULES: 1. You are the prey. Survive until dawn. 2. The Hunters cannot be killed, only delayed. 3. Safe zones exist but are temporary. Use them wisely.

"The Tribunal acknowledges and blesses this Wild Hunt. The life of the traitor Jonas is forfeit in our eyes." "Once they start, they'll keep picking up more weres as the Hunt goes on," Clara whispered in Shamira's ear. I've heard that the Hunt can be measured in the thousands by the time it's done. It just depends on how long until they catch him." "Do they even know where to start looking?" "I'm sure they'll think of something." "Is Shane going to be in trouble keeping the peace?" Shamira asked worriedly. "I mean he's losing so many --"

If only there are not others out there. 'We fire at the count of three. You lot ready?' I asked through the mind link. They all answer with affirmative nods and I do the count. Five shots go off in the building and I can see the creatures writhing on the floor, trying to fight the pain. “You know we could have found a way to modify them.” Shane raises an eyebrow. I expected this, he was the most level-headed among us and the only one who would have such thoughts.