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He was a great hunter. “Yes, no caribou*, no squirrel has a chance!” he agreed. That was the right moment to rescue my mate, to have her in my arms, completely, and in reality. *Join my group, T. R. Durant's Realm of Light and Fire for more info on my books and paperbacks* *Elks from North America

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

Hello and Happy Summer to Everyone!! The sequel to "The Hunt" is called "The Dragon's Treasure" and it is being posted one chapter at a time on the web app here on Good Novel! (The first chapter will post this afternoon - June 14, 2022) You won't be able to find the book on the mobile version for a few months yet (it has to go through approval and I don't want to make it pay to read quite yet as I work through the story development and editing phases).

Her eyes fell on a book with a black cover, the gold letters reading: “The Art of Breaking Chains.” She pulled it free, curiosity winning, and curled into his leather chair. The chair was far too big for her, swallowing her small frame, but she felt oddly safe in it. Before she realized, her eyelids grew heavy. The book slipped onto her lap as she drifted into sleep. Hunter returned late, his mood thunderous after the ring, after Geret. His mind was sharp, his body burning with violence he hadn’t been able to unleash fully. But the instant he stepped into the quiet house, he sought her.

"Dammit! This is taking forever!" I rolled my eyes and held back the smile that attempted to make an appearance before going back to my search. We searched for hours, but found nothing. We really needed to find this book. I'd go insane if we didn't. Right when I was about to completely give up, my eyes caught sight of a book that fell over when I sorted through the books. My eyes danced over the words that displayed the title on the cover. I blew on the dusty leather, so that I could see it better, causing more dust particles to float around.

It's supposed to, but I’m still deeply troubled with sleepless nights. Killing them didn't bring Leah back, I knew it was never going to, however, her killers didn't deserve to live either. “Come in” I knew Hunter was going to find me anytime soon and he just came knocking immediately. “Hey,” “Hey” I dropped the book I had grabbed from the shelf to read to tend to Hunter. Once I grab one of those books, I never take my attention off them easily. “What are you up to?” He grabbed a seat.

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!”

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

Well shit. I was not expecting all that. The Hunter just verbally spilled his guts and essentially bared his soul in one sitting. And of all the reasons he could be on the run, I hadn’t considered that he killed someone that high up in his guild, least of all his mother.

My complaints fell on deaf ears, and he left me to start reading. My first choice was about werewolves. I was already involved with one, so it was only natural that I would want to know about them first. To my surprise, the book had nothing to do with learning about them. All it had were recipes and literature on how to kill them. I guessed this was the hunter's version and side of the supernatural world. I browsed through the others, and they were all the same. No wonder Gavin expected me to finish reading them in ten days. Seventy per cent of the books consisted of drawings and diagrams. I did not leave the library until it was evening. Too tired to eat, I had a sandwich and retired to my