Novel & Cerita Mother Hunting Ch 1

and now, I was the undercover maid in my own home. "I need that paternity test back," I whispered to the soapy water. "I need it before this house swallows me whole." I started scrubbing the tiles again, harder this time. If I could just keep my head down, I could survive. But as the scent of Victor Lang filled the hall, I realized the Alpha's mother was a hunter. And she had already caught my scent. "Clean the corners, Mars," she called out from the study. "I hate it when people leave things unfinished."

I sighed, “Questions I don’t have the answers to or questions I refuse to answer. Somehow they found out about Zev, which made them ask a bunch of intimate questions no person should have to answer. It’s fucking ridiculous. They’re grown men. I'm not sure which issue bothers them more at this point: the two-mates issue or the half-wolf issue. But eventually they focused on what was important, and that is to protect ourselves from the hunters until we can attack them.” “I tried to help today." She sounded so proud of herself, which felt really good to hear. "Your mom took me out to the training facilities and asked me to show me some of my training to Gamma Odin. Like you wanted, right? To he

The cat's out of the bag, and the Hunters know they've got me right where they want me. Just as I'm about to become a vampire kebab, the front door of Papa's house swings open, and Chloe steps out, calling my name. Her eyes scan the area, searching for me or Winter. Her hair is a wild halo around her head, and her usual calm demeanor is replaced with a frantic urgency. "Chloe!" Winter cries out, trying to run toward her, but the hunter with the stake grabs her, halting her in her tracks. "Chloe!" Winter calls again, desperation creeping into her voice. But Chloe just keeps staring in our direction, her gaze unfocused as if she's staring into space.

Dead hunters lay torn in shreds their sticky blood frozen into macabre streams. "She's not here!" Ava roared, plunging her blade into the nearest wolf. She tugged the blade out from the whimpering shifter and kicked it away. Her eyes searched the bodies, she only saw black and white fur, no red. The wolf at her feet began to try to lift itself up and crawl away. With a growl, she spun and thrust her blade into the back of its neck, rendering it still.

Chapter 1 The moon hung high in the ink-black sky, casting an ethereal glow over the dense forest. Lyra, her russet fur glistening under its radiance, prowled through the underbrush with restless energy. Her amber eyes darted from tree to tree, scanning the darkness for any sign of danger. She was a wild creature, untamed and unyielding, but tonight her instincts were guiding her toward something more. As she ventured deeper into the woods, a tantalizing scent filled her nostrils—a scent that stirred a primal longing within her.

Chapter 1: The Moon’s Call The full moon hung heavy in the sky as I stepped off the bus into the remote mountain town of Silverpine. I had come here seeking answers about my mother’s mysterious past, never expecting the pull I felt the moment my feet touched the ground. The air seemed charged, alive with something wild and ancient that called to a part of me I had always tried to ignore.

She stops and turns to find her mate. They make painful eye contact as my father is attacked from all sides. They’re mind linking which I cannot hear and just then my mother starts to walk backwards, halting to take one more look at her mate and then turns to run for our lives. She runs for what feels like forever until we find a peaceful stream. Mom’s wolf, Eve, laps at the water almost choking at the desperation of her thirst. I sit quietly by the stream, not quite understanding the events that unfolded through the night. I am only five.

I stole back to my Dads’ house under a thin and wavering cover of clouds. Sharp rays of early morning sunlight pierced through easily. I blinked blearily, struggling to comprehend everything I’d learnt in the night. I wasn’t sure that Veronica could be trusted, but I had to hope my gut instinct was right. She didn’t seem like a monster. She seemed like a terrified child, dragged kicking and screaming into a world she didn’t understand. As a hunter, it was my duty to protect the innocent. We’d failed Veronica once. I wouldn’t make the same mistake again.

The Keepers ran past us toward the fences, waving their weapons and shouting in challenge, as the whole clan raced for the longhouse. As we panted for breath, safe in the darkness of the longhouse, Mama circled me and pressed close, sobbing her relief. "You're safe, you're safe." "Mama, what was that?" I cried. In my terror, I had forgotten that I was supposed to hate her. The eldest of the females of our clan answered me in a tone that sounded like blame, “It was one of the monsters.” Immediately the elders of the clan began to chant the mantras.

On the pink home page, all the other women's photos had disappeared. Only my photo remained, hanging alone in the center, locked onto by a huge, bloody red "Hunting" icon. Below it was a new line in bold black text. [Exclusive Hunting Mode activated.] The target of the new Quest was simple and crude. [At the public lecture three days from now, get Sinead soaked in front of everyone.] [Quest Reward, two thousand dollars.] The words "soaked" had been written in red, loaded with insult and innuendo.