Primal Hunter Book 10 Audiobook Novels & Stories

I noticed the areas infested with worms and dug my claws into them, making his body recoil violently. Enraged, Hunter roared. I placed Rigan in a corner near a rock and launched myself back into direct combat. The sounds of battle echoed through the clearing. I roared again when I saw Hunter try to rush toward the pup. I positioned myself as a shield, but his poisoned claws plunged into my abdomen. Roaring in pain, I grabbed his hand, holding it in place, and with a brutal strike, I drove my fist into his chest, tearing open a hole in his rotting, half-decayed flesh. I ripped out Dante’s heart—the body possessed by Hunter.

I swallowed hard, trying to fight against the change. “They shot you” I growled in a low husky voice. There was no denying it, the change was happening. My body began to shake as my skin heated up. I am going to hunt down every last remaining hunter and tear them to shreds. I stared into Gunner's eyes and the flicker of bright silver tried to shine through. His eyes glow now? They tried to kill him. Those heinous hunters came here, to MY territory, endangering MY pack members and shot MY mate. I will end every hunter clan there is in this world and the next if it’s the last thing I do. Just as I was about to give in and snap my bones, Gunner's lips crashed against mine. He pulled me tighter

Hunter closed his eyes with a lopsided grin on his lips as he swore to himself, “After I take care of his brother, I am going to personally kill Zayn Cardinal and tear his limbs apart...Ouch! What is that for, Mother?!” “What an insolent brat.” The old woman hit him a few more times, making sure to aim his wounds as he flinched in pain before she finished healing him. “Do you still think you are living in the past where you used to get everything done your way? Do not provoke those men if you still want to keep your life, Hunter.” Hunter gritted his teeth, enduring the healing process until she was finished. “You know how much I love a challenge, Mother. This time, I am going to teach those

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she grinned, “you’d best get talking. Tell us everything you know.” The walls opened up as I talked, weaving a new narration that told them everything they needed to know, and missed out everything they didn’t. Duty filled my veins, and even the guilt couldn’t find its way back in. My blood burned with the weight of it, a relentless pounding that thudded alongside my bones, telling me that this was right, that this was what I’d been made to do. Every inch of my body was packed with muscle, and my skin was scarred from the fights I’d won. I was a hunter, no matter who I loved, no matter my morals. Beneath it all, I knew what I had to do.

‘I am weak, but I can try,’ she says and I nod. I walked up to the arena and jumped inside the ring, making the entire crowd gasp and roar in anger but I didn’t care. I shifted into my beautiful, big white wolf. Her fur shone brightly just like the moonlight in a cold, dark night. Right now, Hunter is in the darkness. And I want to be the light that guides him out of it. He needs me, and I’m going to bring him back. HUNTER’s POV Darkness. Cold, bottomless darkness. I couldn’t remember how I got here or why, but I remember that I was fighting my father… or should I even call him that?

After dropping Aurora and Draken into their pack's territory, Hunter along with his men went to check out Alonso's men's hideout which Silvia told him about. As soon as Hunter barged in he was met with a couple of burly men that reek of night Walker pack. He motioned his men to attack and within seconds there were snarls and growls echoing around. Hunter prowled like a king towards the man who was trying to escape from the back. Hunter caught him before he could escape. None of them were as powerful as him. He did beat up that guy but enough to make him immobile and not enough to kill him.

Caleb- When I reached the basement, where we had the hunter locked up, I was pleased to see that the hunter was awake. Not only that, but he was also verbal as well. I heard him yelling up a storm before I reached the top of the stairs. “You won’t get away with this! My men will come for me and then you will all be sorry!” The hunter hollered to one of the guys keeping watch over him. Just hearing his voice made me want to turn around and return to Kyra though. I can already tell this was going to be more difficult than it was worth. For the first time in I don’t know how long, I felt complete, happy even.

I nod and sigh because this is just one more thing to add to the ever-piling list of mysteries in the Ironclaw pack. I do have one lead though, at least one that seems to be making some headway. I ask Priam again, “Have you found anything about Hunter and Oliver yet?” Priam’s response is a low amused chuckle that turns his tone dark as he responds, “You might want to put Hunter on a call after this one.”

The 197th Chapter was the beginning of the Primal Drift. By grounding the "Too Much" energy into the Earth, I had inadvertently removed the Ethical Buffer the West had spent cycles refining. Without the "Audit" to tell them how to be "Good Wolves," the Awakened were regressing into the lethal simplicity of the 19th Cycle. In the valleys below, I could hear it: the sound of Territorial Wars starting over nothing but a scent-mark and a piece of raw elk.