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She reached for her digital tablet, her stylus moving rapidly as she jotted down Elara’s specific requests. "I’ll hire Julian," Sarah said, her voice tight with focus. "He’s the best independent hunter in the tri state area. He doesn't use digital databases; he digs through physical records, bank statements, and personal associates. If Lydia Vane has a single skeleton in her closet, Julian will have it on your desk by Thursday."

"That's the problem. She's disappeared completely. No scent trail, no magical signature, nothing. It's like she simply vanished from existence." I felt my hope crumble. "Then how..." "We find her," he said firmly. He moved back to his desk, pressing a button on his phone. "Gather the others. Tell them the hunt begins tonight." The door opened, and three people entered. I recognized Elder Blackwood and Elder Stone, but the third was a stranger, a woman with silver hair and scars covering half her face. "Celeste Hartwell," Morrison announced, "meet our tracker. The best hunter in the supernatural world."

She asks as she begins to heal my wing. “A harpoon.” She stops, looking at me. “You found more hunters?” “We finally found Tana. She was being held captive in a laboratory, just as we thought. They experimented on her and her unborn child, although, she’s given birth to him now. Thankfully Kaylani got to her first and rescued her from the river. Cedric and Kenna went to help Tana and their son, since both of them were dying and I went after the hunters.” I sigh as my wing starts to feel better.

"If we do it right, gathering the kind of unassailable evidence you're asking for, the kind that stands up to a major corporate counter-suit, it could take weeks. And the Camille investigation is a deep ghost hunt." "Weeks is fine," I replied, feeling the new urgency giving me unnatural patience. "Tanya is currently in a panic, trying to cover her immediate tracks. She'll go quiet for a few days, thinking she survived the initial scare. She'll think I believed her lie about Elara. We will use that silence to execute this deep dive. The longer we wait, the deeper the hole she digs for herself."

Eleanor said through the line. France stared at her confused. A hot wave of heat rushed through her body. She needed to find the killer as soon as possible. ***** Thanks for reading.

After that, a different kind of satisfaction came across me. I enjoyed hunting these human hunters, thus, killing 10 werewolves and being the youngest and best werewolf hunter. Rendall killed 8 werewolves which are also not that bad, Quinn is setting poisonous traps and putting some on the bows granting her 4 kills. We make a great team. “Let’s go, Raffi.” I turned and saw Rendall brushing his mid-length hair using his fingers. “Are you going on a date?” I asked him as I scanned his clothes.

And they’d have to be suicidal to come into Guaymas. “Are you shitting me?” I arched my brow. “No. A hunter is on his way to Guaymas. He may already be here. There was a big stink on the American side of the border, and several bodies had turned up. Hunter kills. But well, it’s weird….” Diana frowned. “What’s weird? And you said one. Why would a hunter try to make a solo run on Sonora?” I shook my head as this wasn’t making any sense.

Gray flecks scattering. “She’s leaving.” The girl shifted again behind me. Slower this time. My attention moved toward Alex. My eyes quirked. Demanding he speak his purpose. “What do you have for me, Alex?” I asked. There was a brief pause. Not hesitation. Timing. Then. “Tatiana worked with hunters.” The words hit loud, the faint burn of the smoke hit faster than usual as heat pricked my skin as the cigar hung on my lips I turned slowly, trying to understand what he just said “What did you just say?”