Mother Hunting Ch 1 Novels & Stories

"Chipmunks mostly live in the ground, Hunter." My lips twitched, realizing how my mother corrected Hunter, and he had this surprised look on his face when he also realized that. His mouth hanging open, and I chuckled, leaving him. "I'll talk to you later, Hunter. Find out more about those witches for me." I gave him a sheepish smile before entering the room. --- HUNTER POV I was stuck for a while in the corridor after that. My back leaning on the walls, my arms crossed to my chest, and a little smile escaped my lips.

If she was distraught, her mother would be the only one to calm her. My mate's smell grew more robust as I ran down the gravel walkway. The wind tried to carry away her smell until it was the strongest at the little blue house on the corner. I didn't knock. I didn't have to with the door cracked and hearing the gulping of someone feeding. Panicking, thinking it was Christing being fed from, I destroyed the second door of the day. Instead of Christine, I find Justin and his mate in a compromised position, her feeding from his neck, her claws embedded in the other shoulder. I turned my head, tightening my eyes.

The Alpha I watch as the little survant takes off running long brown hair blowing behind her, thick thighs sliding her dress just below her ass as she runs. The wolf inside my head growls crawing at me to chase after her "soon....." i tell him. The urge to chase her down and teach her a lession on manners has my skin itching. Doesnt she know better? You never run from a wolf expecially not a alpha..... we live for the hunt our primal nature driving each and everyone of us. And me ohhh.... i just found my next prey. " You can run but you can't hid little mouse" i say turning and heading for my office.

Chapter 41: A primal snarl tore from her throat, her eyes shifting into a fierce crimson glow. The atmosphere dropped, the air thick with a suffocating coldness. She lunged forward with an astonishing speed, a blur of brown. Her sharp dark nails struck, aiming for my chest, but I sidestepped. The crowd cheered, a mix of anticipation and excitement. With a loud roar, she successfully dug her claws into my shoulders, drawing blood, a stark contrast to my white fur. I groaned, slamming my body against hers, making her lose balance. We rolled across the ground, biting and clawing at each other.

“I’m sorry, my child.” “Where’s my mama?” I scream. “You’re too late,” she says. “Your mother is dying.” “No!” I cry, pushing past her. I race to the center of the yurt where my mother rests on a fur pelt, barely breathing. “Luna,” she wheezes. “Is that you?” I kneel before her. “Open your eyes, Mama. Open your eyes, and let’s get you out of here.” Mama’s head tips back, and she sniffs the air. Her eyelids flutter open. “You’ve been with the wolves,” she whispers. “Never trust the

Licking her canines, she raised an eyebrow, “I hunted, Mama. You can cook this later.” “H-how?” Her mother stuttered, her face turning pale. The little girl’s eyebrows furrowed. Her mother was already weird, and yet she was acting weirder right now. There were claws on where her nails should be, blood dripping from it. There were canines on where there should just be baby teeth, blood dripping from her mouth. It was obvious that she had hunted. Why was her mother confused? “H-how did you shift…you’re an omega?” The little girl shrugs, “I got hungry, Mama. I hunted.”

I was not ready to let another wolf try and claim me. Pressing the blade into my skin. Ripping off a piece of my shirt, I shove it my mouth, trying to prevent me from screaming out. I didn’t need any more attention. I was done with everyone here. Sliding the blade back and forth against my skin, I prayed to the Moon Goddess that it would work. I prayed like I had never prayed before. The smell of blood fills the room. The warm crimson trickle makes its way down over my collarbone as I continue to slice.

“HE’S A FUCKING PREDATOR! DO YOU UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS? HE EATS MEAT! HE HUNTS HIS PREY AND KILLS IT! DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ARE? YOU’RE MEAT AND PREY ALL WRAPPED UP WITH A PRETTY BOW! FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, NATASHA! DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH?” I jerked away from him. “THE ONLY CREATURES IN THESE WOODS WHO HUNT ME ARE YOU GUYS!,” I screamed hysterically. I turned around and took off towards home. I didn’t stop running until I reached my porch. I put my key in the lock and tried to turn it. It didn’t move. I frowned and pulled the key out. I double checked that I had the right key, before trying again. Still nothing. I knocked on the door and waited for my mother to answer the door. She hadn’t

I concluded, shocked by what I just saw. As they began to approach, she showed them her fangs as drool started to come out of her mouth. Her white fur glowed under the full moon and her eyes that was burning with rage shot daggers at those hunters. She was ready to aim at them and, before I knew it, she ran towards the men as they began to disperse. “Your mother is the luna of your father who is the alpha,” Aunt Odessa told me as I watched Mom ripped those men who were attempting to harm them.

The darkness disappeared. The white space became bright. The Hunger transformed. Its monstrous body dissolved. What remained was a small child. A frightened little girl. She looked no older than six. Emily stared. "She's just a child." The First Mother nodded. "The Hunger was born from fear." Emily knelt. The child looked at her. "Are you going to hurt me?" Emily shook her head. "No." "Why?" "Because I know what it's like to be afraid." The child slowly reached for her hand.