The Hunting Party Book Novels & Stories

One answered with enthusiasm, “The master allows us one day a week to run free in our natural forms to our heart’s desire. Isn’t he so kind!’’ I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. The doors were suddenly open, right before the sharp sound of bones snapping and screams of horror and pain echoed in the bedroom. I watched as the four redheads, seeming to move in similar motion, transformed into wolves. I had never seen it before. My mother has never told me much about it or how it would happen. It was a topic she greatly avoided.

They returned to the clearing, their wolves dragging the bucks, the moonlight casting a silvery glow on their fur, the grounds a sanctuary, their bond a radiant light. Samantha looked at her pack, her green eyes glowing with pride, her voice soft but clear, the moonlight illuminating her face, the thrill of the hunt a mirror to the joy in her heart, the air thick with their shared legacy, the grounds a sanctuary, their bond a radiant flame. “We hunt as one,” she said, her auburn hair catching the moonlight, the crescent pendant around her neck gleaming, the moonlight dancing on her face, the grounds a haven, the warmth a shared joy. Luna howled beside her, her silvery-white fur glowing, the

Alpha Ryker smirked and turned to question the Z clan men, "There's no good in the evening, though it would be in the coming hours when I shall paint the streets red." "What is the progress, Beta Alvan?" Alpha Ryker turned his head to the side, enough to look at Beta Alvan who had followed Alpha Ryker after calling the Z clan. Alvan inclined his head to the side as a bow and answered, "My Alpha, there are some wolves who have turned and have already started to hunt. What shall I do about them?" "Kill them," Came the immediate reply of Alpha Ryker. He added in a hard tone, "They should know better than hunt before their Alpha."

Hard, desperate, like he's trying to memorize the taste of me. When he pulls back, his eyes are gold. "Let's go hunting." The hunting party gathers at dawn. Twelve wolves. Representatives from six different packs. Some I recognize. Most I don't. None of them look happy to be following me. Good. I don't need them happy. I need them focused. "Elena is smart," I say. "She won't be hiding where we expect. She'll have wolves watching every approach. Every exit." "Then how do we find her?" one of the hunters asks.

Girls in this family get to dust the books, not read them. His mistake. I know exactly where everything is because I do the dusting. Six volumes in, wedged behind something Norwegian, there's a ledger with a cracked spine. Handwritten field records from the days when hunters were still posted all over the world. The ink’s gone brown, and the paper somehow smells briny. Like seawater. I nearly put it back. Then I turn another page and there's a sketch. The squeaky chair stops mattering, because the sketch is a woman's head with no body under it.

“As was expected. Your kind’s chosen path did not necessarily warrant a written history. Beasts had no use of the past. But times are changing. I realized your pack in the north is embracing a new form of governance. You are evolving out of the bestial lifestyle your ancestors were known for. “I think this is one of the reasons why your pack was chosen to be part of the hunt. The nature elementals saw that you are capable of handling the challenges of holding the power of the royal blood. Which, your friend, Selene seemed to have.” “What are you talking about?” Archibald was still confused. “What hunt?” “Once the presence of the royal blood became known, the hunting season will start. And th

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-”

Alpha Malik and Jericho stealthily reached their chosen hunting spot, a pristine wilderness teeming with possibilities. The hunting bush sprawled before them, a tapestry of lush greenery, dappled sunlight, and hidden secrets. The air danced with the earthy scent of the forest, inviting them to immerse themselves in its embrace. As they ventured deeper into the hunting bush, their eyes keenly scanning the surroundings, a symphony of chirping birds and rustling leaves serenaded their senses. The king's heart quickened with anticipation, and his hunter's instincts ignited.

The morning air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth as we stepped into the dense forest. The towering trees cast long shadows over our group, their branches intertwined like a living canopy. I tightened the straps of my pack, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. We were finally on the hunt. Jake led the way, his posture tense, every step deliberate. Althea walked beside me, her fingers brushing over the spellbook she clutched like a lifeline. Fatima and Sophie trailed behind, their senses sharp, scanning the woods for any signs of danger.

The party after the initiation ceremony was still going on in the dining room of the pack house. Everyone was assembled there and I couldn’t catch a breath or take a step without someone congratulating me or telling me how amazing the hunt was. Pack hunts were rare because we didn’t want to disturb the ecosystem around us, but they were sometimes a celebration, like today. I was lucky to spot a herd of deer, and we managed to hunt down a couple of them, enough for everyone in the pack to take a celebratory bite of the hunt. Now, I was tired, both from the day and everyone frolicking around me.