Mother Hunting Ch 1 Novels & Stories

Chapter 89: A Prime Directive The Kitchen, The Peterson Residence, Fallon Creek, Michigan... Both Casey Peterson and Rick Channon filed into the kitchen of The Peterson residence knowing full well that Helen had gone to work and there was no sign of the brute being anywhere around. Casey had told Rick all about the older wolf stalking his home and speaking with his mother before they left the store. Rick didn't seem all that bothered by it, although he had not liked the idea of the old brute being anywhere near Helen. After grabbing one for himself, Casey slowly ventured toward the fridge and passed Rick a bottle of water.

I watched each of the girls panic trying to break away from the chains that were tied to their hands . I tried her best to be calm as I could see everyone here , but my heart was thumping hard on her chest . I thought that the light was coming from the moon , , but when she saw everyone running for their lives , I turned and that was when I met the greatest shock of my life . There was a monster standing on top of the hill directly under the moon . It was a human in an animal body , it had a muscular body covered in fur , sharp claws and fangs and its eyes were shining brightly in dark brown .

Even if my mate wouldn’t help me, I had to find someone who could. As I burst through the front doors of the mansion, though, another pair of hands seized me. I tried to struggle, but these ones were much stronger. I looked up and grasped – Ethan! Eyes wide, I looked around the front of the mansion. Unfamiliar wolves stalked our grounds, and the bodies of wolves I’d known my entire life littered the grounds. Mom – where was my mom? I snarled, using all my strength to try and pull away from the beta, desperate to find my mother. I shouted for her, digging my feet into the ground and pulling harder, harder, harder!

She had completely forgotten about their argument and was relieved to see Dad finally giving up the fight. Suddenly, I noticed something out of the corner of my eye – a body hurtling towards us. I quickly turned my head to the left and saw Annabel launching herself at my unsuspecting mother. They collided with a resounding thud, crashing onto the ground. I tried to hold back my reaction, but it was impossible not to be alarmed. Mom was clearly caught off guard. Her usual calm was shattered, and panic flashed across her face. In a split second, my wolf took over. Without warning, I was tossed backward as I shifted. It was as if my wolf had a mind of its own, driven by an instinct to protect o

"And that's fine. Let's go back home. You can rest, and then you can follow me for one of my hunts." "Hunt?" "Yeah, that's how we feed ourselves. We hunt for prey." "Whoa. I don't think I've ever hunted before." "It's easy. Just think of the prey as someone you hate the most. Say, for example, the father of your child. Trust me, you'll get one quicker than you can blink." "I would like to go. Would your sister be coming too?" "If she wants." We headed back inside. The house was silent , and his mom , sister were nowhere to be found, and I decided to drink some water and change into something else.

It felt good to finally hear her mother’s voice, but the fear in her mother’s tone wiped that out straight away. ‘I’ll fix out. I’ll get you out of here,’ she vowed. Her mother turned to look at the other cage again. ‘I don’t think you can,’ she said. She turned and looked at the second cage, and her eyes widened. It was the Hunter she bit. He wasn’t mangled or half-shifted, but his muscles were more defined than they should have been. He paced the length of his cage, clenching and unclenching his fists.

I only want to get away from the family melodrama as early and far away as possible. ‘Huine! My baby! We missed you so much…how have you been? Oh, my poor honey!’ Some twenty minutes back, we heard a middle-aged she-wolf approaching us while erupting in loud shrills. Her cheeks were tainted with an endless supply of tears as she sobbed her way inside the Mansion. Her resembling features do not keep it a mystery that she is Huine’s mother. Only she is much louder and more expressive than Huine can ever be. ‘These bastards!’ She hiccups, pointing at us. ‘Look at my pup’s state! These monsters.’

it hurts so much ahgghhhhh } ** it's okay sweetie, it only hurts this much the first time you shift okay, I promise it'd be easier after, now here is what I want you to do, try to even out your breathing and clear your mind okay, breatheee slowly breath baby girl breathe ** she follows my mom breathing and calms down. { My clothes, they feel so heavy on me, I need to take them off, I feel like they're weighing me down! } she pulls at her clothes and takes them off without an ounce of care that my mother is right there looking at her naked body { aaaggghhhhhh } * crack * she doubled over and my mom was right by her ** hey look at me, don't think about the pain okay, your wolf is trying to com

she whispered finally. I reached out, taking her hand. "I know it's hard to accept," I said. "But it's true, Mother," I continued. "And there's more," I added. My mother's eyes locked onto mine. "What more?" she asked. "Chase," I said. My mother's brow furrowed. "What about Chase?" she asked. I smiled. "Chase is...a werewolf," I said. My mother's eyes widened. “Everyone is a werewolf,” she muttered mostly to herself, tugging her hair like she was going crazy.

to circle dad who is now chuckling he says to mom “ you are my mate I’m your alpha you must obey me if you attack me you will be divorced and you will have to leave pack territory “ moms anger fleeting off her she doesn’t back down she jumps on top of him making dad fall onto the ground she is now standing over him starting in his eyes intense I can feel her aura she wants him to know that she will always protect her children even if that means killing her mate I can see this won’t end well dad tries to get up mom strikes him with a claw making him lye still she howls at me forcing me to leave the house in her eyes I can tell I must not return I behind to limp up heading to the door before