The Hunting Party Summary Novels & Stories

"But it was worth it if it means we can take down those creatures." Marcus nodded, feeling a sense of determination rising in him. "Let's do this." The night of the hunt arrived, and Marcus, Jackson, and a group of their best fighters set out into the woods. They had set up traps and were armed with their silver weapons, ready for whatever came their way. As they walked through the trees, they heard a low growling sound coming from ahead of them. They signaled to each other to move forward, and soon they saw the creatures in the distance.

It would be another night of smelling like a mangy wolf when all I wanted to do was chill. “You are going to like this. They are twin wolves. They think they are quick, they think they are clever.” “Is that it? Just two.” It was a very small amount compared to what she normally kills. Abby never tells me how she tracks them down. She was pretty good at it though, always finding numerous wolves each day. Maybe her birth family had been hunters??

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.

He replied. I smiled, “Smart man. Well it was good to meet you, I am headed to Maine and I have three hours still to drive so I better get going.” I said. “It was good to finally meet you in person, Snow. You are every bit as beautiful as they say, if not more.” Shane replied. “Thank you.” I said and flashed him a million dollar smile while walking out the door. Hunters were connected through a vast network and it wasn’t uncommon to run into each other out and about. Still, it gets me when they know my name and I've never seen them before. In all these years it still surprises me.

Her steps froze as she reached the royal garden. The whole place was filled with blood. Dead bodies were seen everywhere. Many soldiers were fighting. Everyone was killing each other. In front of her, her servants head was beheaded by the other soldier. Wolves were attacking the palace. Their eyes were blue in colour. “Werewolf clan? But didn’t we agree to peace?” Shama thought anxiously. Shama couldn’t stand watching so much blood. She was trained for fighting but her mind wasn’t ready for this. Her eyes were filled with tears. She hated it.

It was the largest hunting party Lexi had ever seen. Hundreds of hunters. Rows of archers. Scouts. Trap specialists. Every one of them prepared for war. Harlan Dawson mounted his horse and looked over the assembled force. "Move out!" The massive gates creaked open. One by one, the hunters disappeared into the forest. Standing near the front, Gretonia watched them leave with quiet satisfaction. His gloved hands rested atop his cane as a slow smile spread across his face. "The pieces are finally moving..." He murmured softly enough that only he could hear.

When the other wolves saw that, they howled in terror and fled. The Great Hunt spanned for a week. During this week, all the participants had to stay in the forest and live there, going back to the primeval state of life. If one could not take it anymore, they could trigger the alarm, and staff would come for their rescue swiftly, but it would also mean that they were disqualified. During this week, everyone moved toward the hotel that was central in location. Those who were still in the competition would meet and fight for each other’s dog tags. The last man standing would be the best hunter.

I joined in, helping to subdue the struggling animal. Together, we stood victorious, our prize a massive boar that would feed the pack for days to come. I let out a triumphant howl, and Asher joined in, our voices echoing through the forest. The howl was a signal to the other hunting groups—a declaration that the prize had already been won. The other groups heard our howl and howled back, letting us know they would be returning to the pack as well. It was a call for them to stand down; the hunt was over, and we had emerged victorious.

I finished settling the furs on my shoulders and I walked out into the grey morning, and I will tell you plainly that I already knew, in the animal part of me, that whatever waited out there was meant to break me. My camp was up and ready for the day. The horses stood saddled, the men armed and formed, the whole disciplined machine of a King's hunting party waiting on my word to move. And there in the middle of it, in a cleared space in the trodden snow, sat a crate.

We spent half of the day together in her apartment until dusk, as Lila shared stories of the pack life, wild bonfires, midnight hunts, and pack parties that spiraled into fistfights or hookups. I laughed at every one of them, letting her charm pull me in, even as I memorized every detail. The compound’s layout, the pack’s dynamics, the weak spots. She was giving me a map of the pack and she didn’t even know it. “So, Gwen, have you ever been to a pack party? They’re wild. Last one, Zane bet he could outdrink Jace, and let’s just say it ended with both of them passed out in the creek.”