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They stopped before me, the engines coming off one after the other. Henrique Crimson Sparrow took off his helmet, his short strawberry blonde visible under the full moon's light. He had a scar running down his chin. He smiled, stepping off his bike. “You nuts have a death wish, Xavier? Coming here alone?” I smiled back, a cold smile devoid of any humor. “Who says I’m alone?” Henrique Crimson Sparrow looked confused, and looked around the space. Henrique followed my movements with his eyes. Then, the forest came to life.

RUNE True to Xavier's words, the hunt didn't start till I made my appearance. Dylan shot me a look that said "I know what you did." For my sanity, I ignored him. We got briefed on the rules and sent out. My hunting tool was a bow and arrow. Dylan got a whole ass sword. Five year winner privileges, he said. More like gloated. The rules were simple. Scattered throughout the forest were "prey" cardboard animals hidden in the foliage. Every hunter had a unique color which they would mark their prey with. At the end of thirty minutes, the hunter with the highest kill wins.

Nathan, Lucas, and Julian tore through the industrial wasteland of the lower Havenfall docks, the neon lights of the city flickering off the hoods of their blacked-out sedans. They weren't shifting into wolves; they were shifting gears. This was a different kind of hunt. They were sixteen, fueled by adrenaline and the reckless arrogance of heirs to the Cocolink throne, chasing a rival courier’s bike that had strayed into their territory.

“Find them.” Juniper’s stomach knotted. Adrian took her hand. “Run.” The Hunt They bolted into the trees. Footsteps crashed behind them. Flashlights cut through the darkness. Juniper’s heart raced. Her breath came shallow, fast. Adrian held her wrist tight, guiding her. Ethan lagged slightly behind, favoring one leg. “Damien won’t stop,” Juniper whispered. Adrian’s grip tightened. “Neither will we.” A shout. Then—gunfire.

I watched for a moment before walking toward my door. As I was shutting it, I heard Elena whisper, “Go get your man, Auntie.” I shook my head. That girl was a disaster walking, and I absolutely adored the organized chaos that was Elena. I quietly crept down the stairs before slipping out the back door and into the forest. I stopped beneath his tree, looking up, scanning the tree for him but not finding him. “I know you’re here, ‘Sprey. I can feel you.” He sighed as he swung himself down out of the tree. “Hey, Scarlett. I was just leaving. I was hunting a squirrel. They’re fast and good to hunt to keep myself fresh and-”

They exploded open. Figures poured in, masks covering their faces, and weapons raised. they are not wolves. They are Hunters. One stepped forward, blade gleaming in the faint light, and the way his voice cut the silence made my blood turn to ice. “Hello, Audrey.” He said her name like he’d known it forever. Like he’d been waiting. Masked hunters ambush us in the chapel, one calling Audrey by name, suggesting she’s being hunted not as prey, but as someone they’ve been

The final instruction for the Hunt will be given by Trevon. Standing in front of the 40 newly Blessed and unblessed, he said, “The Hunt will be a fair competition. You’re only allowed to use weapons; Blessed will not use either of their Blessing or their wolves. However, on the second day of the Hunt, you are given free rein for your wolves. So, the Unblessed need to watch out for their backs. Not everyone here can control their wolves.” The Unblessed and Blessed alike gulped, nervousness striking their faces.

I track the large male deer about a mile away from the house near the river that feeds the lake. “Nice,” Hanzo links, looking at me and I nod slowly moving in the opposite direction of Hanzo to trap the deer if it bolts. “Ready?” Hanzo questions once we’re both in position giving him a clear line to the neck. I nod lowering myself ready to sprint as Hanzo launches himself onto the deer knocking it down, his teeth instantly going into the animal’s neck. I immediately jump grabbing at the back legs hobbling the kicking deer. Chills run through me when I hear the crunching of bone from Hanzo’s grip.

I grumbled. “Look, we can’t dance around this. We need to find this thing and either run it out of town, or kill it. I’d prefer to capture it so we can figure out what it is and how it might be affecting humans. So tonight, we hunt.” Jack groaned, but Mack smiled and rubbed his hands together. “Yes.” Charlie just watched me. “Where?” I tried to act casual. “It’s been sighted in the woods around the library several times. Let’s start there and see where the night leads us.”

Hunter is wearing a white T-shirt with a deep V collar, and she is in a white lacy dress. There are fireworks in the backdrop. It is night. I figure it is New Year's Eve. The only thing familiar about Hunter is his gold and black Bulgari watch which is the same one he was wearing the night we met at the pub. And his smile is the most passionate, even though he is looking directly at the camera. I take the photo and the brush and sit down on the big bed. While combing my hair, I stare at the two people in the picture. I wonder why she left Hunter. They look so good together. They look happy and wonderful. That makes a lump in my throat.