The Hunting Party Book Novels & Stories

“Sons and daughters of the moon, we are here again for our monthly hunt. The queen and I salute you for your presence. We’d like nothing more than seeing you all here with us on one big hunt. To commence, (Damon motioned to Antonio who walked towards him with the rabbit held by its ears), here is our first kill.” Damon dug into his pants’ pocket to find a folding knife. He got it out and raised it. Three witches appeared and lid their hands on him, chanting spells and head lolled back. Harper could only watch. Back in the black wolves’ pack, Brayden doesn’t allow her to join their hunts. She only stays at home and wait for him naked on the bed. Every time a hunt ends, Brayden would end the n

“I don’t care what your rut demands, Silas. I’m done being understanding. Today, I fight for myself and this child. Not for you.” I turned away from him before he could respond, joining the central hunting party despite his orders for me to stay back. Martha stayed glued to my side, and two of Silas’s loyal warriors fell in behind us without a word. The pack moved into the dense forest, the full moon’s lingering power humming through the trees even in daylight. The hunt started normally enough—tracking deer trails, wolves howling in coordinated bursts. But I felt the shift in the air within the first hour. The rivals had been waiting.

They’ll want to check the wreckage to confirm I’m not inside. Keeping low to the ground, I hurried away from the crash as the hunters pulled up, hooting and hollering like the demented Americans they are. Now I don’t mean to say all Americans are demented. But the American hunters are an uncouth sort that takes a weird joy in killing, things being on fire, and vehicles getting into accidents. Whatever the case, their joyful hoots and hollers that I might be dead and arguments about who gets to take credit gave me time to get away. I hurried to the nearest neighborhood to search for a car to take.

Seraphine’s POV The barking of dogs echoed through the air as the hunting party returned. Their excited yelps mixed with the steady clatter of hooves on the dirt path. I could hear the hunters shouting commands to control the animals, their voices blending with the cheerful chatter of men celebrating a successful hunt.

As soon as the howl of the hunt goes up and the humans shift, he takes off running, quickly getting out of the river and turning north again. He pushes hard, knowing that we don’t have a large head start on the hunting party. We’re just about to the road that is considered the boundary of the northern and southern packs, when I realize they've boxed me in. Part of the hunting party is there, waiting for me. Daxton turns east again, trying to get away, but it’s not use. We have the river to our left, and a hunting party in front of us and behind us. We don’t get far before Daxton is tackled to the ground. He throws off the wolves and turns, ready to fight.

"The night you went to that boy's party, remember the night? And guess what my men found with him?" With my lips parted in shock, I stared at him. "A gun." I gasped. H-he wanted to kill me? Then memories hit my head. That red car behind me in the alleys. A man with a dark cap on his head, covering his face. He followed me until I escaped him to the main street. I totally forgot about him. "He wanted to…"

The pack joined, their voices intertwining to create one eerie low that echoed through the night. They charged through the trees, bursting from the shadows. The sound of arrows being notched and guns cocking filled the gaps between the howls. The Huntress strode across the field, the snow crunched underneath her boots. She flipped two blades from her sleeves a wicked grin on her painted, blood-red lips. ####

She sniffled, and I put a comforting hand on her arm; she gave me a watery smile in return. Nova pursed her lips and twirled a lock of dark brown hair around her fingertip. “A hunting party did head out late last night. I can double-check with the Alpha, but I’m quite certain it was a small one – just your dad and four Warrior Wolves, Flint, Bella, Calcus, and Holly.” She ticked off each one on her fingers, then smiled brightly. “Yes, that was it. They should be back in the next couple of days – the Alpha asked them to go further afield in the hopes that the land closest to our borders will yield something.” Cin let out a loud, relieved breath. “Phew! I was starting to worry.”

Fear overtook me as I thought of Dorian, fighting against these hunters. As I read, the hunters were brave, skilled, and often paid a heavy price for their work. But they continued on, driven by a sense of duty and a desire to protect the innocent humans from the horrors that lurked in the shadows. The soft rustle of pages turning the only sound in the stillness. As I delved deeper into the book, I felt my heart race with anticipation, my breath catching in my throat as I followed the hunters on their perilous journeys through the moonlit wilderness.

It was during the day when the packhouse would have been busy. Thirdly, she was so flippant about murder. That was not the way that someone would speak about it if they only ever did it once. Fourthly, who the fuck was Lauren anyways? Was she alone, or did she have family here? ‘He thinks you’re onto something. He caught a couple snippets of a man kneeling beside her over a mannequin as he taught her techniques. That changed into her kneeling over a body. A few pack names as well – Pinehurst, Albrook, Shadow Creek, Silvern, and Blue Crest.’