Novel & Cerita Mike Hunt

As if Mike was irrelevant to the real business of hunting Ghost Wolves. That gave me an idea. A terrible, desperate idea that might get us both killed but was better than facing Christopher's hunters head-on. I phased across the distance and grabbed Mike by his torn shirt, hauling him to his feet. He screamed, thinking I was going to kill him. Instead, I pulled him in front of me like a shield. "Call them off," I commanded, my claws at his throat. "Or I kill your contact right now." Christopher's expression didn't change. "Mike is expendable. A useful source of information, but ultimately replaceable. Killing him won't stop us."

heart stir beating. You will rot in hell then,” Mike threatened. The man stepped closer, as fast as I dived out of view to the other side. “You wi;; beat back those words, dog. I will make you and your entire wolf generation pay for what you have done. If my name isn’t Arcturus, then I won’t do this.” Mike laughed in response. “Get lost. Your threats will never work,” he snapped coldly. I watched as both men stared at each other with pure hate. I knew more than ever that if given the opportunity, they wouldn’t hesitate to tear themselves into two. It made the hairs behind my back stand in fright. Arcturus left immediately, after failing to beat Mike in the staring contest. Mike jumped o

Because he was the only human who was insane and trying to heal. Mike first appeared to have a psychopathic streak when he was in junior high school. At that time, Mike stabbed a classmate using a sharpened pencil, and the victim died. Mike was even detained in a juvenile prison that only held Mike for a week. After that, Mike was taken to a psychiatrist to do a series of treatments; unfortunately, instead of increasing, Mike's body was out of control.

who had carried out the mission back then wasn't the real Mike at all. The real Mike had been brutally shoved off a cliff during another mission to hunt down the rogues, and his fate had remained unknown ever since. Seizing this golden opportunity in the chaos, David found an unidentified wolf's corpse, paired it with Mike’s pack badge, and faked the scene of Mike being killed in the attack and the gold being stolen. He made everyone in the pack firmly believe that Mike was dead, while he secretly seized all the gold for himself. That fake Mike was actually David Hound—Emily's first love.

"I don't care how long it takes or what it costs. The Covenant killed her. They need to answer for that." Mike was quiet for a long moment. "You know," he said finally, "when we were kids, when you first told me about your mom, I didn't really understand. Didn't understand why you hated Antonio so much. Thought you were being dramatic." "And now?" "Now I get it. If someone hurt Eve, if someone killed her while I just stood by....I'd spend the rest of my life hunting them too." Mike met his eyes. "So yeah. Whatever you need to destroy The Covenant, I'm in. All the way."

“ You were the one who sent those hired shifters, didn’t you? And you were the one who sent that video of Sawyer getting attacked by the humans as well didn’t you?” “ Do you really think that I would do such a thing? I might be a lot of things but a coward? Nah. I can’t be a coward sweetheart.” His dead eyes lit up with a sick glint of amusement as he tapped on the armrest and smiled at her crookedly. “ I will never do such a thing, you know why? Because instead of wasting my time on those useless shifters, I would rather use my own skills and hunting skills to get what I want after all there is no way that those lone shifters are better than me when it comes to being sneaky, do they? And no

By that, Zachary was not asking Josh to hold for his orders, but to lie low until the Hunts made a move. He could only return fire once he laid eyes from whence the direction of the attack. Mike, the oldest grandson of the Hunts, was acquainted with people in the press. Zachary had a feeling that Mike was likely going to pull the sisters into a media sh*tstorm as a form of emotional blackmail. “Boss.” “Speak.”

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?”

“Only when he needs to be,” “Then tell me, why hasn't he ended that tradition of yours, the one where he found you? That thing you talked about where they hunt you girls down,” Did he hear that? How had he not been caught for this long? This was beyond weird, he should've been noticed. “The Hunt,” I said. He nodded and pointed. “That’s the one. Guess you don't mind that your sister will be participating,” I gritted my teeth. “She won’t,”

Alpha Ryker smirked and turned to question the Z clan men, "There's no good in the evening, though it would be in the coming hours when I shall paint the streets red." "What is the progress, Beta Alvan?" Alpha Ryker turned his head to the side, enough to look at Beta Alvan who had followed Alpha Ryker after calling the Z clan. Alvan inclined his head to the side as a bow and answered, "My Alpha, there are some wolves who have turned and have already started to hunt. What shall I do about them?" "Kill them," Came the immediate reply of Alpha Ryker. He added in a hard tone, "They should know better than hunt before their Alpha."