The Hunted One 소설 & 이야기

My heart beats wildly in my chest as the sounds of the night reach my overstimulated mind, and my ears pound like a jackhammer. We’re both breathing harshly as we look back into the distance and watch warily as Hunter steps out of the car and shoots at an approaching SUV. Several men step out of the SUV and begin to shoot. Hunter catches one on the leg. You can tell from his awkward steps and the way he’s holding his hand across his bloody chest that he’s not going to last.

Her face got clothed in a light make-up and her hair,she got it cut short. "Am never accompanying to shop again. You're a freak 'Melanie voiced out. Since the mall had quite a distance from their car,they decided that the guard should go ahead of them "Yeah but...."while the two ladies kept conversing,they never knew their lives were in danger Right on the branch of the tree, Hutton aimed his sniper Since Fiona has proved to be quit unless, Eduardo had to hire an assassin_The most deadliest one in Germany;Hutton Gray "Such a shame. Kîlling two hotties" he smriked bout pulling the trigger when...

Now? We were the hunted.

And he was hunting. -----

“The cell is rigged to blow. Hart, we need you up here to disarm it.” Hart ran toward the compound entrance, but a hunter stepped out from behind a vehicle, gun raised. “Hart Santino,” the hunter said, and Hart recognized him from news footage as one of Marcus’s top operatives. “You’re coming with us.” “Not really in the mood for kidnapping today,” Hart said, his body already starting to shift. The hunter fired, and Hart felt the bullet graze his shoulder as he completed the transformation to wolf form. His wolf was getting faster at responding to threats, more controlled than those first chaotic shifts, and Hart managed to maintain his human consciousness while in wolf form.

...Hunter POV... I felt like pulling out my hair. For what seemed like the twentieth time now, the Huntress, whoever she was, had managed to foil my plans. I didn't know who this Huntress was, but she was driving me insane. No matter what I did, she always seemed to be one step ahead of me. Earlier on, I sent my men out to capture another lead. We had been tailing him for a week and found an opportunity to grab him discreetly. He was a minister of the government and was known for taking handouts. Making him an easy target for Silvio.

“It’s best to come with us before the others find you.” Others? “Listen, I think you have the wrong girl. I’m just a bounty hunter.” I pushed Lukas a little, and I took in the men in front of us. They were all wearing the same clothing style as the men who had met us in the bar close to the industrial sector, but what stood out was a small pin they all had on their left breast—an owl in flight. They were Noctua. Another man came forward and flashed me a picture. My picture.

A look filled with hatred and menace. "Vincenzo Zolvesky."

“Hunters.” Then everything explodes into chaos.

After all but the guide are tortured and killed in several creative and gruesome ways, the leader, played by Cornel Wilde, is stripped of all his clothes and given a chance to escape by becoming the naked prey of the tribesmen; thus the hunter becoming the hunted. Wilde, stark naked, has to get out of the tribe's territory before they catch him, and the film is a masterpiece with shots of animals hunting each other interspersed between shots of Wilde's nude body being chased by almost equally naked tribesmen. I had often dreamed of being in Wilde's position and running naked through the jungle and African bush with a pack of warriors after me (but being straight the warriors were female and