The Hunting Party Book Novels & Stories

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.

When we were kids, she used to get us into all kinds of trouble and I would always get blamed for it because once she flashed those big blue eyes, no one could accuse her of any wrongdoing. “To do it more often?” I laughed, thankful for the comic relief. Despite my bravado and earlier reassurances to Devon, I was still nervous. As he said, I did not like to kill animals. Werewolves were actually peaceful creatures and we didn’t hunt other animals asides from the Grant Hunt and the wolves who did it for sport. It wasn’t banned or anything so they were in their rights. It just wasn’t something I liked doing. For this reason, I was nervous. Plus, the Alpha’s arrogant son, Louis was participatin

“Participants are expected in the eastern ballroom at ten o’clock for the oath ceremony. The Hunt begins at midnight. Until then, you are forbidden from leaving the mansion grounds.” I tucked the card into the pocket sewn into the side of my dress. “And the Alphas?” Her expression became even colder. “What about them?” “Are they already here?” Several women turned more openly now. The registrar studied me. “The hunters arrived before sunset.” My wolf stirred beneath my skin. Not fear. Not exactly. She had spent three years pacing inside me, restless and furious each time another trail led nowhere. Tonight, she was alert. Ready. “Which Alphas?” I asked.

the third one started but trailed off suggestively before continuing, “you should come to one of our social events so you can acquaint yourselves with the right kind of people.” “You are right,” number two said, shortly after throwing her friend a narrow-eyed look that looked like a warning. “Suni of the Clearwater Pack is having a hunting party next month. You should come. Can you hunt?” “She worked as a slave, where do you think she would have learned to hunt?” number one asked. “The hunt is attended by the best hunters, do you want to put the life of our future Luna Queen in danger?” “But I heard that she won the first place at the royal training,” number three said. “Isn't that right, Ly

The first day of travel passed quickly for Izzy. Her nerves couldn't decide if they were bursting out of sheer excitement or bursting from the nervous energy at the overwhelming prospect of finally participating in her own Hunt. She had been waiting years for her turn to participate, always listening with rapt attention to the regales from mates that returned with hunters to Ellisvale in prior years. The caravan made camp that night halfway to Castle Rouge having escaped an altercation with raiders thus far. They had made their way through the forest and were camping next to a large river, a campground that Ellisvale used each year when they travelled to the Hunt with their hunters and prey.

Sometimes sickness would come too, like my own body rejected who I was. Everything I had thought I knew about werewolves was wrong. Well, according to the book. I thought they were all after power. To outdo one another, but it turns out, that isn’t it at all. They liked the pack life, having others around them. Constant support from anyone and everyone. I had never had that, only Abby had my back. At some point in the night, I hear the door open, followed by his scent. “Go back to sleep.”

"And right now, the pack needs meat." --- The hunting party left at midday. Lyra led them through the forest, her senses sharp, her body low. The other hunters followed her lead, their movements silent, their focus absolute. They had been training for this. They were ready. The tracks were fresh—a herd of deer, moving east toward the mountains. Lyra signaled to the others, and they spread out, surrounding the herd, cutting off their escape. The hunt was swift and clean. The deer fell one by one, their bodies collapsing into the snow, their blood staining the white ground. The hunters worked quickly, field dressing the kills, loading the meat onto sledges made of branches and hide.

‘The hunters’ was all it said on the front, the same book Kyan and Zekan had spent days looking for. I quickly dashed out of the library and headed straight to see Talon. I pushed his heavy doors open to see him sitting in his large chair looking thoughtfully as Zekan and Kyan both sat at the centre table. They all looked straight at me as I bounded into the room. “I found this!” I rushed out as I held out the book to Talon. He looked at it as his eyes widened. “The book about the hunters!” He breathed out as he took it from me. Both Kyan and Zekan stood up from their seats in surprise.

Cain and Maddie were nearby, their faces alight with a cruel, eager kind of excitement. Caius and Sylvia led the party. “The great stag of these woods has been seen,” Caius announced, his voice carrying. “A noble prize for a noble guest.” We pushed deeper. The trees closed in. The perfect place for an “accident.” Then, the horns sounded. The stag had been flushed. Chaos erupted the thunder of hooves, the shouting of hunters, the baying of hounds. It was the chaos they’d wanted. “Stay with me!” Thorne barked over the noise, his horse pressing closer to mine.

Away they went. Three hours had elapsed, yet the tournament raged on. The Red Moon pack held its lead, though the Dark of the Gods pack was a close second. In the third game, referred to as the hunt, both teams would venture into the woods together with ropes for hiding and seeking. The hunt begins with a gunshot once they've found their hiding place. Whoever gets tired will lose, and the winner will have to bring the loser to the front to see everyone in the crowd. When it was Dawn turn, she wasted no time finding a place to hide. Her familiarity with the area allowed her to pinpoint the best hiding places. What excited her most about the hunting game was competing against Malachi, her best