The Hunting Party Book Novels & Stories

Tyler’s POV: The hunt was going better than expected. The forest, shrouded in twilight, was eerily silent except for the occasional crackle of leaves beneath our boots and the distant rustle of branches overhead. We had already taken down several animals, their lifeless forms marking a trail deeper into the woods. Yet, there was an unsettling weight in the air, an offbeat silence that I couldn’t ignore. My brothers and I moved in sync, our senses sharp, scanning for our next target.

But hunting. Together.

She ran from the man her father sold her to. She never expected to run straight into her mate. Lyra Cole has one rule: never stop moving. Three months after fleeing an arranged sale to Roman Ashford, Alpha of the Thornfield Pack, she crosses into North Ridge territory on the worst possible night — the Full Moon, when every wolf in the pack is hunting. Alpha Kael Varga catches her scent before he catches her. But the moment he corners her, his wolf recognizes something his instincts can't ignore: she's his mate. With his own pack closing in and pack law demanding he hand her over, Kael makes a reckless choice — he hides her, lies to his beta, and claims her as his own in front of the entir

It was a tracker. I dug deeper into the bag and found a children's storybook, ‘The Hunting Game.’ I skimmed through the pages, there no words on them only colored pictures but what I thought was a story for children was actually a morbid depiction of the game. I had to find the bird before the wolves do or they would eat its heart. There were other characters in the book like the doctor, the police, and the civilians. In total there were twenty-four of them excluding the bird, the same number we were. There were no rules written in the book only the vague riddle at the end. ‘He who has the bird has the power.’ And the warning from the voice, ‘don’t tell anyone about your role.’ My head ached

We both still as we catch sight of the hunting party. The scene looks like something out of the first chapter of our shifter history textbook at Moon Lake. The sunset hasn’t quite faded, but the burnt oranges and reds don’t give off any light. The clearing is illuminated by dozens of small fires and the torches that some of the males carry. They’ve cleared a path through the gathering for the returning males. The wolves have pushed forward, forming a kind of aisle. Justus and Khalil come first, an elk hanging by its bound hooves from a thick branch that rests on their shoulders. The elk’s antlers scrape the ground as they walk. It’s a huge bull, big enough to feed a pack this size for weeks.

Christian explained the emergency protocols they'd developed since then—supply caches hidden throughout the territory, communication schedules using pack bonds, and designated check-in times. My head spun with information I'd never considered. Being Luna wasn't just emotional support and blessing ceremonies. It was logistics and planning and contingencies for worst-case scenarios. Christian's hand found mine under the table. “Breathe.” “I'm breathing.” “You're panicking.” “Also breathing while panicking. Multitasking.” He smiled, squeezing my fingers. “You're doing great.” The first hunting party returned at sunset, Marcus leading them through the warehouse delivery entrance. Three deer and

The Hunt was a farce. Kaelen rode at the head of the main party, a picture of regal leadership, but his heart wasn’t in it. He was going through the motions, a puppet on a string, his mind a million miles away, in a small, herb-scented linen closet.

The hunter leader smiled again. “You thought we’d bring just a hunting party?” My chest tightened. “This is an army.” “Yes.” He looked almost pleased. “And now the real hunt begins.” The motorcycles spread out instantly, forming a wide circle around the clearing. Hunters dismounted smoothly, raising their weapons. The wolves were surrounded again. But this time it was worse. Much worse. Because these hunters weren’t just armed. They were prepared for war. Adrian stepped slightly in front of me. His eyes glowed brighter now.

Instead, he charged into the woods, screaming for his pack to follow him. It was time for hunting. *** "Do you know how embarrassing it was for you to just walk away from me like that, Landon? What were you thinking?" Sylvie shouted. Her piercing voice made him flinch, and he caught several people looking over at them. Perfect. The hunt had been epic. They all hunted together, and the scent of roasted deer filled the air. Even Scarlett was joining in on the fun. He could see her catch a rabbit and strut back to the yard, beaming with pride.

The corner of his mouth lifted — not quite a smile, more of a promise of control. “You ride next to me,” he called out, loud enough for the warriors to hear. A reminder. A declaration. His. The hunting party formed behind him — a dozen wolves on horseback, bows and spears strapped to their backs, armored wolves following on foot, shifting and growling as they sniffed the air for scents of blood and treachery. The gates creaked open. The forest loomed ahead — vast, ancient, and indifferent. Somewhere within its tangled depths, a traitor was lurking, whispers from the Shadow Clan woven into his skin.