The Hunting Party Summary Novels & Stories

He especially didn't say anything to me about her hanging on his shoulder, sitting right beside him with her arm hooked in his, or that he bobbed for multiple shots from between her cleavage with his mouth while she's arched back on the bar. Randy never said a word about any of that. This is comical because he told me the following day after coming home after 4 am that night and blacking out on the couch, that the bachelor party was pretty low-key and uneventful. It was just a few guys hanging out together. What a crock of shit! “Leslie… I don’t know what to say other than that some of the information you're getting isn't exactly lining up with what's actually happening.

“Only when he needs to be,” “Then tell me, why hasn't he ended that tradition of yours, the one where he found you? That thing you talked about where they hunt you girls down,” Did he hear that? How had he not been caught for this long? This was beyond weird, he should've been noticed. “The Hunt,” I said. He nodded and pointed. “That’s the one. Guess you don't mind that your sister will be participating,” I gritted my teeth. “She won’t,”

I smell the rain rolling in as we cross the ridge, the forest humming with tension. My wolf strains beneath my skin, uneasy. I shift. It’s been days since the hunting party left Moon River, and now one of our own is missing. A young wolf named Silas, barely past his first shift. I should’ve gone with them. Instead, Marek and I are here now, with three of our best scouts, Tarin, Briar, and Zekia. We cut through the underbrush as thunder rumbles, mere miles away. The storm is closing in fast. Leaves shiver overhead, and the air carries the first hints of rain.

We both still as we catch sight of the hunting party. The scene looks like something out of the first chapter of our shifter history textbook at Moon Lake. The sunset hasn’t quite faded, but the burnt oranges and reds don’t give off any light. The clearing is illuminated by dozens of small fires and the torches that some of the males carry. They’ve cleared a path through the gathering for the returning males. The wolves have pushed forward, forming a kind of aisle. Justus and Khalil come first, an elk hanging by its bound hooves from a thick branch that rests on their shoulders. The elk’s antlers scrape the ground as they walk. It’s a huge bull, big enough to feed a pack this size for weeks.

Beta Henry asked, sensing my awkwardness. I cleared my throat and looked him in the eye, “Yes, thank you,” I replied with a steady voice. I was seated with Jeremiah, Beta Solomon and Beta Henry. They spoke of mild family affairs and laughed about them. I knew deep down they wanted to ease the tension of the impending hunt. Jeremiah, Kacy and I didn't wait until the little gathering was over; we headed for the Packhouse. The Packhouse buzzed with a tense energy as preparations for the hunt unfolded.

Landing on a branch above the deer and making a loud noise. The deer looked up, startled, and must have seen my red eyes and fangs. It tried to run, but it was too late. Brodie and Jackson emerged from their cover, blocking its escape. They lunged at it with their claws and teeth, tearing its flesh and breaking its bones. I joined them in the frenzy, sinking my teeth into its neck. The deer struggled for a few seconds, then went limp. We had done it. We had hunted as a team. It seemed like such a long time ago that I felt guilty for hunting. The difference was that the kill would go back to the camp and provide food for the pack. It no longer seemed like a senseless death.

Reid’s mouth watered in anticipation. A buck rabbit lifted up onto his hind legs, his nose moving frantically, his ears twitching and eyes searching. It was the signal to pounce. The air was rent with their high-pitched screams, the metallic richness of blood, and the snarling of wolves as they tore into flesh and snapped bone in their powerful jaws. Rabbits scattered and disappeared into the hidden entrances to their warrens, but their small hunting party each had a kill, and they carried them back over the dunes, to the beach, to lay on their bellies in the sand whilst they crunched and munched their way through the sweet, still warm flesh.

“You did well on your hunt today”. I complimented Patrick, Brandon and Gordon as we put away the leftovers from dinner. Today was their first time to hunt together without me supervising and they had come back with a deer and three rabbits. But with the guards, mother and grams leaving five days ago, there wasn’t so many of us to feed, so we had a lot of meat left over for the following mornings. “It felt so good to finally let our wolves hunt. Just to be out there enjoying the chase again”. Patrick commented looking pleased with himself.

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.

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.”