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His eyes looked relaxed, not anything like they were seconds ago when he looked at Collin. “You as well, Invisi-boy,” Callie dramatically bowed back. “Callie!” I shrieked. My face changed ten shades of red before settling in the deepest color of it. “Invisi-boy, huh?” he laughed. “It was that or Ghost Boy,” Callie replied matter-of-factly. “Are you a ghost, by the way?” “No,” Hunter smirked, “I’m an assassin.” “Knew it.” Callie nodded. “An assassin from an alien planet coming to scope out a new world to create a new colony on, right?”

“Half wolf, half bear, and all Shadow. “Babaloo, is your brother a Shadow?” Shadow asked. “Duh? Of course, he is. Why do you think he’s such an excellent assassin?” He said with pride for his big brother. “Well, shit! I had no idea he was a Shadow.” Shadow frowned. “Not to worry as you spend time and train with more Shadow’s you’ll be able to ID them.” Mimi shrugged. “So, Shadow should we go ahead and have our people start making their way here?” Dakota asked.

immediately it was Hunter and Blaze and they were naked completely but I didn’t have time to focus on that. “Where’s Shawna and my babies?” I asked. Hoping they knew the way she went. “Shadow went that way after them, but I don’t know how far they are.” Blaze said. “Okay Lynn, Mina they went this way.” I yelled as my wolf went off at a dead run picking up speed. If I didn’t need this speed I would be scared as shit, but fear isn’t here tonight, not now. We came up on Shadow fighting off eight rogues that were circling him. He was hurt but he was still looking deadly, especially with the half-dozen dead rogues that were at his feet. Looking out the corner of my eye I see more Rose comin

Untreatable once it passed a certain stage. It described the people who used the blade. I turned back to Xavier. "They're called Shadow Hunters," I said. "They're not wolves. They're an old faction, older than most of the packs on this continent. They don't have sides. They hunt whoever they're paid to hunt, and once they mark a target, the target can't hide. The mark makes them trackable through any ward, any border." I kept my voice level. "Your scouts weren't killed by rogues. They were marked. Probably to send you a message."

I whispered. Quinn lifted her hand, palm hovering near my temple. “You want truth? Then see it.” Before I could move, she pressed her palm to my forehead. Flashes tore through my mind. Fire. Screams. The metallic taste of blood. A spear flashing under moonlight. Quinn’s arm raised, striking down a beast with glowing eyes and snarling fangs. I gasped and tore back, chest heaving. “What the heck was that?” Quinn’s voice was steady, cold. “That was the truth. I am a Wolf Hunter. And whether you like it or not—so are you.”

He was holding a remote detonator in his gloved hand. “Hunters are patient,” Leo replied. He was crouched low, his sniper rifle resting on a flat stone. But they are very greedy. They think they’re hunting a broken girl and a billionaire who doesn't know how to fight in the snow. Don't worry, they’ll come. Ten minutes later, three dark shapes moved into the pass. They didn't walk like men, they moved like predators, low and fast. These were the King’s elite, the Shadow Hunters. They carried pulse rifles and wore armor that made them nearly invisible against the rocks.

My entire attention was fixed on Jessica. My mate. The one person I had spent years believing I would never find. And the one person I should never have fallen in love with. Because she is a hunter. Who has been trained to track werewolves, identify their weaknesses, and defend herself against even the strongest Alpha. I leaned back in my chair, studying my Angel. "You're staring," Jessica said, raising her glass to her lips. "Am I not allowed to look at my mate?" She rolled her eyes. "You have been looking at me since we arrived. If you continue, I might start charging you for it."

I reached out with my left hand, and a searing lash of red energy whipped across the flooded room. A harpoon fired. The bolt hissed and aimed for Lucian’s heart. My red lash intercepted it, melting the silver tip into molten droplets before it could touch his skin. The Hunter didn't flinch at all, he reached for a second bolt. "Sloane! Now!" I yelled. Sloane dove beneath the surface. She emerged behind the Hunter like a shark, her knife finding the gap in his vest. The Hunter let out a stifled grunt as they tumbled into the stagnant water.

The silver powder of the ritual circle had been disturbed, the runes dark now, whatever dark energy had been gathered there extinguished completely. And moving through the darkness between her and the ritual site were the bounty hunters. Seven of them moving like shadows given purpose silent and patient and utterly impossible to outrun. They didn’t crash through undergrowth the way Evander did. They simply moved and where they moved the forest seemed to part for them like water around stone. Ahead of them crashing through the undergrowth like a wounded animal was Evander.

A ripple of darkness seeped from the shattered entrance. Not a creature. Not a person. A void. It crawled across the snow like living shadow, stretching, reaching, twisting into form. Or rather— Forms. Three Hunters emerged, towering, skeletal figures formed from shadow and frost. Their limbs were long and jagged, like broken branches. Their skull-like faces had no eyes. Only gaping holes that screamed hunger. Elle whispered, terrified: “Morana awakened three. I hoped… I prayed… she would only risk one.” Zander snarled, stepping protectively in front of me.