The Hunter Wants To Live Quietly Characters Novels & Stories

Ludo went quiet. Hunter sighed. “Who are you?” Ludo asked again. Hunter stared at her through the rear view mirror. “I’m sorry,” She pinched the bridge of her nose. There was silence. Hunter was wondering if he had the right girl despite following the physical address given to him by Mr. Visashi. The girl in his backseat was nothing he expected. He remembered how swift and easy it was working with Hilary. She was intelligent, brave and courageous. He didn’t have to say anything, just by looking at him she read his mind. It was unfortunate she met her fate that way.

Ludo went quiet. Hunter sighed. “Who are you?” Ludo asked again. Hunter stared at her through the rear view mirror. “I’m sorry,” She pinched the bridge of her nose. There was silence. Hunter was wondering if he had the right girl despite following the physical address given to him by Mr. Visashi. The girl in his backseat was nothing he expected. He remembered how swift and easy it was working with Hilary. She was intelligent, brave and courageous. He didn’t have to say anything, just by looking at him she read his mind. It was unfortunate she met her fate that way.

Ludo went quiet. Hunter sighed. “Who are you?” Ludo asked again. Hunter stared at her through the rear view mirror. “I’m sorry,” She pinched the bridge of her nose. There was silence. Hunter was wondering if he had the right girl despite following the physical address given to him by Mr. Visashi. The girl in his backseat was nothing he expected. He remembered how swift and easy it was working with Hilary. She was intelligent, brave and courageous. He didn’t have to say anything, just by looking at him she read his mind. It was unfortunate she met her fate that way.

As they leave, Vynn, Rigor, and Tomas reach us, and Hunter says, his tone malicious, “Return to your quarters. You are not to leave. Not till I’ve found out who is behind this.” "You can't be serious," I stare at him. "You'll just look for any excuse, won’t you?” He just sneers at me, “You're not as smart as you think.” A terrifying doubt flits through my mind but it's too cruel. Even Hunter wouldn't do that. Would he? I can see that Lucas wants to fight but I grab his hand as a study Hunter’s expression. There is no trace of concern with him a for the poisoned pups. All I see in his eyes is a sadistic satisfaction.

The head turns away and the column walks on. Hunter's arm un-knots one degree under my hand. The want to shoot is still in him, I can smell it cooking off his skin, but he's not going to. Choosing not to is costing him everything. The part of me that should hate a hunter for hunting notices the cost and respects it, which I'll be filing a complaint about later. He turns his head a few degrees toward me. "We're just letting them take him." "We're just staying alive," I breathe. "You're welcome."

“He’s human. Unfortunately.” A startled laugh almost escaped me. It came out broken instead. Colton’s expression softened, then settled again. “Some people know enough to stay quiet. Some know nothing and convince themselves they do. And some know just enough to become dangerous.” “The hunters.” “Yes.” I rubbed my fingertips against the edge of the table. “They’re not just drunk men with guns.” “No.” My house creaked around us as wind moved over the roof. I glanced toward the dark square of the kitchen window, where my own reflection stared back pale and wide eyed.

I have to ensure that the hunters stay align with the plan, even as doubt linger in my mind. The hunter's crib is nestleddeep in the shadows of the nearby woods. I approached cautiously, signallingucius go remain outside as lookout. He nodded, blending into the darkness. I push the creaking door open and step into the dimly lit cabin. The air reeks of smoke and metal, a reminder of the weapons the hunters wield so viciously against my kind. The hunters, rough men with hardened favs greet me with a mix of suspicion and interest. In my perfect disguise, I maintain a calm demeanor. I am being led to a secluded room by their leader.

I can tell by the cockiness of Hunter’s responses that this is his desired outcome. I also only know one person so quick to anger, which means it must be Silvio in the room with Hunter. I begin to get worried, knowing what Silvio wanted out of this. Silvio wants to become Hunter. Which means he doesn’t need nor want him alive. So we have to be careful with our next steps. If we anger Silvio too much, there won’t be anything stopping Silvio from killing Hunter. I’m too badly injured to get out of here myself. So I’m relying on Hunter’s survival to get us both out of this.

I inquired, hoping that it was as dull as dishwater out there. Lucas's brows furrowed as he took a seat on the log beside me. "Stop worrying. They'll be fine," he assured me. That's not what I asked. "Don't do that," I pointed out his error. "Please don't deflect my question. I specifically asked if it was quiet out there, and your response was 'don't worry.' Of course, I'm going to worry." Lucas sighed with resignation. "What do you want me to say? That they crossed paths with hunters?" My food churned in my stomach. "Did they?" I dreaded the answer to my query, but not knowing the outcome felt much worse. Lucas nodded, making me swallow thickly. "Yes, but no one was hurt. That's why I told

At that moment, the hunter became the hunted. The place went dead silent. The only sound in the abandoned building was the wind howling. The next second, phone notifications rang one after another, breaking the silence. The men who had surrounded me now seemed rooted in place, all lowering their heads and staring at their phones. In just a few seconds, the expressions on their faces shifted from greed to shock, then to excitement…