Primal Hunter Book 10 Audiobook Novels & Stories

I said a silent prayer for it and then sank my teeth into its throat, ripping its jugular and silencing it, all before it could make a sound. I said another prayer and backed away from the bleeding corpse, wanting to retch. That was probably why I didn’t hear him until it was too late. The wolf slammed into me, making me tumble down a slope. Before I could get up, the wolf was on me, it’s teeth at my neck. All I could think over the erratic pounding of my heart was ‘Well, karma’s a bitch’.

"I was a maid, a servant, a ghost. I was nothing. But I am not invisible anymore. I am the Primordial Queen. And I am coming for the Council." The three Alphas fell into step beside me—one on each side, one at my back. We walked toward the treeline, leaving the Ashford Estate to crumble into the dust of history. The blood moon had set. The sun was rising. And for the first time in my life, I wasn't running from the shadows. I was walking into them. Because the shadows were where the monsters hid. And I was the one hunting them now. END OF CHAPTER 19

“You hesitate and it could cost you your life or the life of the hunters working with you.” I nod but I can’t focus on his words. I know the spiel. He’s said them over and over to me when he first started training me at five. By seven, he’d taken me on my first hunt. By 10, I’d killed my first wolf; a rogue that we’d tracked for weeks. We’d found him in a home, a woman dead beside him as he gorged on her flesh. It had been an easy choice…I hadn’t even winced when I pulled the trigger and ended the pitiful monster’s life.

Or maybe he was just lost in thought and his mind tricked him into hearing her voice. “Nothing,” he heard her say. “Nothing.” He shrugged it off as stress catching up to both of them. He must have been hearing things, or she must have been saying things. Archibald thought about what’s in store for her in the future. Will she really stay here by herself? Is it really safe here? They don’t even know why her parents were killed and what they mean by this ‘Hunting Season’. What will they hunt, werewolves or Selene? Questions raced through his mind but she has no answers to satisfy them. He felt worthless. He felt the need to provide Selene the safety she needs. No. He must make sure she is safe

The imbalance that would be caused and the consequences of what was going to happen would be massive. "Make sure no one enters till I am done with my hunt." Alpha Ryker continued to list his instructions as they now made their way inside the forest where several humans were scattered awaiting to catch the werewolves change to their wolf forms unbeknownst to them that they were the ones going to experience the long-awaited change. At the same time inside the forest walked Thyra in search of her family. Her brows were knitted in a frown at what had occurred earlier. Her mind was still occupied with the thoughts of what she had done that could have warranted that ferocious glare from the Alpha

The three of them looked at me, however, their expressions are different from each other. Polo is nodding, Rendall is looking dumb, and Finn is smiling. “Once we started training you to be a hunter, there’s no going back.” I nodded at what Finn said and since then, I became a hunter and a part of the Ambrose family. After taking a bath, I immediately went to the beer stalls to look for my father. “Father it’s almost dinner,” I reminded him which he immediately understood by standing up and bidding goodbye to his beer acquaintances.

Nothing felt like enough. “Silas,” I whispered, pressing my hands to his chest. His breathing was shallow, his body too still. The scent of silver mixed with blood was suffocating. The hunters were getting closer. I could see their shadows through the gaps in the trees, hear their low voices cutting through the air. I squeezed my eyes shut, muttering a prayer to anyone who might be listening. A shift in the wind made my breath catch. A familiar voice rang through the air. “Let’s wrap this up! We’ve got enough!”

I could the confusion plastered on his face. I chuckled, "Yup. He gave me a book, told me that lycanthropes do exists and told me that my favorite author, Priam is one." I said, smiling from ear to ear like a fool. "So how did you find out?" he said, "if he only disclose about Priam, how the hell did you find out about me?" he asked, pulling me back, stopping me from walking.

Can’t. Your feet are glued to the ground, your body is frozen and your heart is beating million times a minute. It’s that moment for me. Because something primal inside you already knows… You’re not the hunter anymore. You are the prey. I am the prey. And, you are his prey. And in that moment— I was. ____ A. Gupta

I smiled gently. “You have a warrior’s body.” I ran my fingers down a particularly ropey scar down her side. “What was this one from?” “Bobby Brown,” she said. “A werewolf that liked to hunt human children. He had a thing for their hearts. He’d barbecue them.” She shuddered with the memory. “He had killed my client’s nephew. Took me a week but I got him. Brought his heart to my client as proof.” She spoke matter of factly, no pride in her voice. She might not be proud of herself, but I was impressed. I had heard of Bobby Brown and had heard of the hunter that got him. I didn’t realize it was her.