Novel & Cerita The Hunting Party Book

It’s a good distraction from my own anxiety, I guess. I break into a sprint and shift, tearing toward the mountains. I pass the lake and hot springs in a blur of dark woods and moonlight with no direction in mind, only the knowledge that a hunting party came home this morning with a report of seeing a hellhound thirty miles north of Silverhide, and there is no way I am letting an opportunity like this pass me by. I descend into the valleys behind Silverhide, racing deeper into the forest, following the scent the hunters’ left behind on their return.

In the right hands, they'd triple in value within a year. I closed my phone. A text from the lawyer: two more weeks. Everything was moving. The morning of the Hunting, I dressed in dark jeans and a plain black jacket. Practical. Warm. Nothing that would draw attention. The entire Pack streamed toward the hunting grounds — a vast stretch of old-growth forest that bordered Harrison's territory. Banners lined the path. The smell of roasting game and woodsmoke drifted from the preparation tents. Pups chased each other between the stalls while their parents shouted after them.

As if knowing my attention was on him, he said silently, "This is the last time you lie to me." Swallowing, I shifted my gaze to the window. Moments dragged by before I rested my forehead on the pane, looking at the thick forests we drove past. Why did he even care anyway? I would have gotten even worse wounds from the torture he would've had his men inflict on me. Through the review mirror, I caught sight of the long line of cars behind us. The Hunt usually spanned a period of just two days. Two days of violently hunting down wild games. The Hunt was a largely anticipated event and I failed to see how something so dangerous could be looked forward to. And not to mention, they'd be killing i

@dog_food_cicada__: "Ok! for the people who want context. Here you go: Recently, There was a collaborative hunt organized by the Green boards. Four major clans took part in it: Clan Gaia, Clan Ghost Ravens, Clan Phoenix Gods, and the White Clan as well. However, none of them anticipated that this would be the most embarrassing hunt of their life. Apart from these clans there were several individual and clanless parties also joined bringing the total of 157 hunters. Now the interesting part is that one of those clanless parties was called 'Eye of Rha'. I don't know exactly what this party was thinking but on that day they were out for blood. There were a lot of things that happened that day.

Covering up the hole with some moss, she dusted off her dress and hurried home, her thoughts of the Hunters exposing her long gone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "They're here! The Hunters have arrived!" The cries of the young boys ran through the whole village, many men and women coming out to see the sight. Liam riding in front, followed by nine other men, all on horseback. On the back of Liam's horse was the dead carcass of a mountain lion, and his quiver held an unusual number of arrows. Instead of the standard twelve like the rest of the men in his party, it held 15, two from the archer who had shot the beast earlier, as well as the arrow aimed to warn him.

He commanded and began moving towards the Chambers while the rest followed him. Meanwhile, Murphy had heard the gunshots from the Pack and he ran into the woods with Ava. The Werewolf Hunters were able to break open the door and began shooting everyone who came their way or tried to attack them. They made sure they searched the entire Pack and everyone was down. The Werewolves in the Pack were all on the ground, struggling to live except for Murphy and Ava who were still hiding in the woods. ""What do we do now? Those who were shot in their heads are dead but this one shot in their chest are still alive and struggling from Death. Give the orders" one of them said.

The taste of the doe’s blood must have clouded my logic, returned me to a more base level of instinct. But then, just as Noah began to lean in, the sound of approaching footsteps made that logic return—for both of us. Realizing that we were about to make another mistake, and right in front of our pack this time, I sprang away from him. I scrambled to my feet, leaves clinging to my clothes, as the rest of the hunting party burst into the clearing.

*** The weather was beautiful on the day of the hunting. The hunting team gathered by the front gate of the castle and then headed out to the designate hunting site together on horseback. The sun bathed the landscape in a warm, golden glow, casting a majestic hue over the sprawling mountains. The elders from the House of Light, all dressed in rich hunting attire, moved gracefully on horseback, flanked by a vigilant escort of soldiers and guards. The crisp mountain air kissed Aurora’s cheeks as she rode alongside the royal entourage through the towering peaks, with Clemente by her side.

She turns to glare at the other men, “But mark my words, I’ve killed one mate, and I can kill another if you decide to hurt me.” I lurch forward, wrapping Lena in my arms when Brax slams his foot on the brakes. The tires squeal, and the car fishtails, but Brax holds us steady. “I mean, I know now he wasn’t actually a mate, it didn’t feel like this at all,” Lena starts to ramble, but Brax isn’t paying any attention to her, instead he stares out the window in front of us, his face paling. “I guess we don’t need to wonder how far behind us the Stonehollow Pack was,” Brax says his eyes scanning the forest in front of us. “It seems they’ve found us.”

I pressed trembling hands to my face, trying to force the tears back. But there was no time. A horn blared across the grounds. Deep, loud, echoing. The Hunt was beginning. I had to wear something appropriate --- The entire pack gathered at the forest’s edge. Warriors shifted into wolves, fur bristling, teeth gleaming. The visiting packs lined up alongside them, snarls and howls rising into the sky. Damien stood tall, his chest puffed with pride, while Serena clung to his arm, her smile radiant. The Alpha King was there too, a few paces ahead, his crew standing like shadows behind him. His gaze swept over the field like a blade.