Skye At Hunters Creek Novels & Stories

Now the real hunters were coming. "Can you walk?" I asked Sam. "Can I fly?" she countered weakly. "Because that would be more useful right now." Despite everything, I smiled. "I'll take that as a yes." I helped her to her feet, keeping one arm around her waist to support her. The wounds on her neck had slowed to a trickle, but she was dangerously pale. Too pale. Skye had taken too much. Skye himself stood apart from us, staring at his blood-covered hands like he didn't recognize them. The hunger in his eyes had been replaced by something worse—self-loathing so intense it was almost tangible.

I grabbed a clean towel and hung it over my shoulders and was halfway in entering the bathroom, but suddenly I heard her call my name softly. "Alec..." Then a crashing sound came over and when I looked back, I saw Skye clutching her chest as she squeezed her eyes shut in pain. "Skye! Skye what's wrong?" I ran to her side kneeling beside her. I took her hands away that was clutching her chest to check her body and pulled her shirt down. And that's when I saw the black veins that was spreading in her body, but that wasn't all that was happening, it was glowing red.

“What’s going on, Blake?” “I’m building a house for… my family to live in. All of us. Marianna, me, her mom.” My chest tightens. “And Skye. I bought a plot of land on the other side of the lake, in Old Moonrise. It’s quiet there. I figured, for a kid her age, she’d…. With powers like hers, she’ll like the quiet–” Mom rises, her face washed in shock. “Who’s Skye?” “Your granddaughter,” I answer. My mouth feels impossibly dry. “She’s seven. She’s… she’s like us, Mom. A Mystic. A powerful one–”

“I have no idea what you are referring to.” Nova opened his mouth for the third time, but Skye raised her hand. “See no evil, hear no evil,” she said dramatically. “In fact, I did not see anything. I was not even here. I just walked in and I am already walking back out the same way I came in.” She started moving backwards slowly toward the door, still talking. “I will be outside waiting for Brad. We have a lot to do and I will be spending the night at his place. You two have fun. Be safe. Use protection. Lock the door. Bye!”

She looks up at me and grins, “Hunting, meet me in the library in an hour.” I sit back down, picking at the food on my plate; I am not hungry; as beautiful as it is out here, there's no use staying on the balcony any longer. I stand and leave my bedroom; on the way to the library, I cross paths with Xavier; he frowns, looks behind me, and asks, “Where’s Skyla.” I raised my eyebrows, surprised that Skyla hadn't told him where she was going, and said, “She said she was going hunting, and I was to meet her in the library.”

Skye ran up to it, slicing the dagger skillfully at its throat, kill it off. Skye could be dangerous if she wanted to I knew that. And despite my dislike for her, she and I made almost a good team like Tracy and I would have. We made a few more kills, both small and large animals alike. And since we had them piled on one side, I decided to count briefly how many game we had caught. “There’s so much, you and I can’t carry it alone.” Skye muttered to which I agreed with. “We need to built a rack. I’ll go get us some wood so we can get started early and get out of here.”

“Not with your father’s scouts actively on your tail. You’ll be sniffed out the instant you set foot outside this hideout.” “Wow, thanks for the encouragement, babe!” I exclaimed, sarcasm dripping from my tone. That didn’t stop me from going to my room and grabbing a new pair of shoes—shock absorbers no werewolf would be able to sense the vibrations from. “Conrad, come on,” Skylar’s voice followed me. “Do I need to remind you this is the same reason why you had Atlas go to Ridgewood and not you?” I exhaled heavily, patting my sides in exasperation. “What do you want me to do, huh?”

He disentangled from her embrace and looked at her with a pleading look. "Do you mind if you stay here for a bit while I go chase after her? Please?" he asked with urgency in his voice. "I can do that." Katarina replied with confusion in her tone. "You'll be back, right?" "I'll be back. I promise, Kat." "Okay. Then, you can go after her. But, you'll have a lot to explain when you come back, Shane Anderson. Understand?" "Understood, ma'am." He said and walked in fast strides getting out of the park and running into the walking path chasing into the unseen trail left by the female stranger.

"My sister and I had been shadow hunting for eight months when we met them. There were three of them. They offered their resources in return for ours. We didn't know they were Scorchers, we just knew we couldn't turn their food and light connections down. I was injured two months ago, saving us from two taken and they thought I was dying. They took us to one of their nests, fixed me up and sent me on my way." "And your sister?" "She stayed behind."

Luna Ava, however, wasn’t and I heard from Alpha Michael recently that his mom has started to talk to him about her struggles with being the Luna to the pack who housed and trained the hunters. I hope he doesn’t have to wait long and that she’s already here. He’s a good man, and he deserves to have a good Luna. “Hey,” Jax’s voice stirs me from my thoughts. “You still here?” “Huh? Oh yeah, just zoning out, I was actually trying not to think about my nerves so I let my mind wander.” He chuckles. “Well, this is where I go.” We’re just outside the training grounds and there’s not a lot of people, but there’s enough. I know he’s letting me decide how much we let people see.