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a gruff voice answered. “I need you to track someone for me,” “Who sir? “Cara Hampton. Find out if she left the country on the 19th of June or any day after thar,” I ordered. “Right on it , sir.” I heard rapid clicking sounds and ended the call. Kai was a bloodhound from a past Ian no longer associate with. He could dig out things buried for years. I sat and buried my self with work but I couldn't concentrate. Scarlet. No—Valerie.

“Hunter, look at her. She’s guarding that suitcase so tightly. There must be something shameful inside.” I saw suspicion deepen in Hunter’s eyes. Immediately, he ordered his men to open it. Several wolves restrained me while another kicked the suitcase open. Clothes and daily necessities spilled across the floor. Freya ordered someone to search through everything. They found nothing valuable, and certainly none of the so-called confidential documents. I broke free and rushed forward, shoving aside the wolf who had been rummaging through my things, shielding my suitcase. I hadn’t expected that light push to send him stumbling backward into Freya. The collision wasn’t hard, but she still let o

She was holding the wires in her shivering hand. Hunter noticed those same scars on her but this time there were scars on her face as well. Her legs gave out as she fell to her knees. She rubbed her chest trying to breathe but no matter how much she tried, she was unable to breathe. Hunter grabbed the first thing that came into his sight. It was the chair as he smashed it on the screen and the computer system; destroying everything as it caught fire. Now he knows why she was there and why the first room was burning. She was there to destroy these tapes.

TASHA I started the morning certain the house would cooperate with me, and that confidence faded fast. Tamrine fussed against my shoulder while I moved through my room, the hall closet, the nursery, and even the bathroom where I once stored my old textbooks. My school packet was gone—ID, access card, medical clearance, transcripts, even the little orientation booklet the academy mailed out with holographic security tabs along the edges. I lifted blankets, checked under the crib mattress, and searched the pockets of every coat I owned.

*Tanner* Days bled into one another as I navigated the labyrinth of contacts I had scoured together in the hopes of finding anyone who could help me decipher the diary. Each morning, I woke with determination, armed with my notebook and a growing list of potential translators. I was the dogged hunter on the trail, but every time I arrived at a meeting spot, I was left alone, standing under the weight of my unanswered hope.

She said and then looked at Oscar. "There is another hunter out there; he seems to have the same vision as Giles and John Hunter. He is not working with them, but he is trying to make it seem like the attacks are from Giles. Our community isn't as large as it once was. If this hunter is allowed, he will wipe us out. Unlike the Hunters that had ties to the supernatural community, this one has no ties anywhere." She warned Oscar. "Do you know his name?" Oscar asked her, and she shook her head.

I locked eyes with Damien. “The Vampire and The Hunter.” I said. He smiled at me. “How ironic.” He replied as he ran his fingers across the mark. It sent a tingling feeling shooting through my chest. “It’s so beautiful.” I said. “It suits us perfectly.” Damien replied. “I’m going to take a bath and try and get some of my strength back.” I said. Damien nodded.

It pained me to see her caught in the crossfire of this chaos, torn between loyalty to me and the ghosts of her own history. A torrent of questions flooded my mind, creating a labyrinth of uncertainty as I attempted to navigate through this perplexing predicament. How had Lexi and the enigmatic Demilune Pack discovered Tania's existence? How had they managed to unearth the knowledge that she had sought refuge in the sanctuary of Ascot, a place I had believed to be impenetrable to external forces?

The rich food mingled with the exotic scents had been rich and tiring. They had thought they caught the scent of their mates but they weren't able to find them in the crowds. It was a faint smell, lingering around corners and against tables. That, mixed with the hundreds of other bodies mingling around, made it impossible to track the men in question. It was the game of the Hunt. The days leading up to the Hunt were spent trying to figure out who your mate was, or even if you had a mate there, while the hunt itself was spent evading him for the sake of the chase. Or, in the case of Kate, for the sake of winning. Despite the excitement of the festivities, she was still determined to go home a

The rush of adrenaline. The roar of the engine blending with the rhythm of my heartbeat. My wolf searched the air. Looking for traces. Following instinct. Hunting. But I kept him focused on the only thing that mattered. Elara. Every movement on the water. Every glance across the waves. Every shadow. Everything was assessed. Who had taken her? Why? Selina? No. This felt different. More efficient. More professional. Someone who knew how to erase tracks. Someone who knew how to isolate a target.