Primal Hunting Blind Novels & Stories

Logan’s POV I had put everyone on high alert. The entire pack were looking for her. She couldn’t have gotten far. She had maybe a couple minutes head start. Blake, Leo and Calvin were all out helping to search for her as well. Blake had shifted into his large grey wolf. Taking off into the forest in the hopes of picking up her scent. Leo and Calvin were searching the grounds. I should be helping to look. Lana was my mate, but I found myself making my way to my parent’s bedroom.

She tossed her long, dark brown hair—the same color as the rest of the Brentwoods'—over her shoulders and blinked at him with Brentwood blue eyes. “You’re our brother, and you’re suffering,” she whispered. They were all wolves, so they could hear her clearly. “You had to kill a lone wolf who threatened the border and wouldn’t give up. Now you have to make decisions that, from our point of view, won’t be easy. So, Hunter, my brother, our brother, we’re here for you. Even if we bother you like crazy. We’re here.”

"One last thing, the prey this year is human. Hence, all wolves involved in the chase are hereby banned from shifting. With that being said, I shifted uncomfortably on my feet, my eyes roaming the audience. They were eager. I was terrified. The hunt I'd tried to avoid was finally happening. "Take off your blindfolds." I didn't see anyone else. I couldn't. They all looked the same. Big builds, trained physiques as their eyes found one another, playful promises of a fair competition were exchanged. Astrid was the only one who didn't take her gaze off me. They held a promise of retribution... to finish what she had started. And with a single shot fired, the game began.

Relief was short-lived, replaced by the ice-cold reality of what I’d have to do next. I bolted back to the car, paws digging into the snow as I shifted mid-stride. The icy air burned my lungs as I straightened, pulling my clothes on with shaking hands. My breaths formed clouds around me, but it wasn’t the cold making me tremble. It was adrenaline. I reached into the car and grabbed the bag—the one filled with everything I might need to kill someone like me. Blade soaked in wolfbane, silver-tipped bullets, enough to turn this place into a bloodbath if I had to. But that wasn’t the plan.

I looked around, listening to see if I could maybe hear them. I heard movement to my right, making me turn to look into the tree line. My heart thumped in my chest, hope filling my heart. Had they come back for me? I tried my hardest to see if maybe I could see their familiar forms, but it was the blind hour; dawn and dusk were the times of day when our eyes struggled to see things. Alexander had said that they call it the blind hour, where it was hard for our heightened sense of sight to make out shapes or see anything as we typically did.

The scent of pine and damp earth filled his nostrils, mingling with the heady aroma of nature's raw vitality. His pursuit was singular, focused. The rogue wolf, a shadowy figure ahead, moved between the trees like a ghost, its movements fluid and instinctive. Noah's lips curled into a half-smile as he surged forward, his muscles flexing with every powerful stride. The thrill of the hunt ignited his senses, connecting him to his base primal instincts.

I felt the something warm touched my skin. "Wake up Kimberly you have shooting practice with other hunter's kids and I am going to the forest for hunting some animals for food with other hunters. So wake up". The warm heat was getting very hot. I felt someone was shaking me by my shoulder. " Kimberly wake up now otherwise you will not get any breakfast. Hunters are very serious with their training. If you do not want to go for training without food I suggest you get up". Hearing that I attempted to open my eyes but closed quickly. Sun rays fall directly into my eyes. I shielded my eyes and opened them. Blinking a few times I finally could see clearly.

July seemed enthusiastic about the idea. "Huh?" Really, Argus looks stupid with his current expression. "What do you mean by blind marriage? Will the guests wear blindfolds like a masquerade party or something similar? Or will the entire wedding hall be pitch black?" Whether the thought of a new idea for a marriage concept is too good or her mental health was depressed due to the pressure of the situation, Argus was dubious for a moment.

I feel them, know them, they are pack. The changelings are our pack. They run with their leaders, and when Leneve spots a rabbit, she and I hunt it together. Feasting on the small animal in our Lycan forms. The changelings understand and once we devour the small meal we set off as one to hunt a bigger game as the pack of hunters we were becoming. We spot a deer, crouching and waiting in the shadows until the unsuspecting stag relaxes then Leneve and I take it down. I execute the kill, sinking my fangs into the neck, feeling the bone, and applying pressure until I hear it crack.

Everything about the forest filled her with fear until it overflowed. Another scream ripped through the frigid air and Chloe jumped, whipping around in a circle looking in vain for an invisible threat. The third scream seemed to flip a switch in the blonde and her limbs burst into life, carrying her through the blanketed wilderness in the direction of the screaming. The further she travelled the louder the screams got. Eventually she picked up the scent of wood fire and the unmistakable scent of stale alcohol. For a moment Chloe questioned why she could smell such things in the middle of nowhere, but it wasn't long before she could make out the shapes of a rundown hunting cabin and snowmobil