The Last Hunt Novels & Stories

Max was mine. “The information I gave you was accurate. I was coming over to discuss recent developments with you. This girl is being placed on a chopping board and served to us by Noctua. If the file I have in my hands is the truth, then she might be a pawn in a plan much bigger than we thought.” I backed into my chair and stared thoughtfully into my father’s still-red eyes. “Now, my two questions for you are how are vampire hunters still roaming this earth when you promised the entire congregation that they had been dealt with after Mother’s death, and who the fuck is Edward Ravenwood?”

I can hear him lumbering through the woods behind me as I dart around trees and fly over creek beds, sprinting deeper and deeper into the outer ring of the ever dark, ever untamed forest that sits on the outskirts of Endovian territory. The spring hunt is technically taking place in the sacred hunting grounds our tribe guards year round, but I’ve had my fill of deer. Plus, Alpha Ryan already snagged a golden elk, which up until two nights ago, had been my ultimate prize. Now that pelt is hanging in the meeting hall–a trophy–and a constant reminder of how my bride price was paid. I shake the thought out of my head and pick my way down a sharp decline into a shadowed valley where the trees rat

“Did you come all this way to question me or do you have something to tell me?” His constant bickering and the voices in my head were giving me a fucking headache. Ryan wasn’t one to be intimidated by my actions, in this kingdom and possibly around, he was the only person who could stand and smile unaffected while I blew hot on people. He and Cory. Well, Cory has no idea yet. But that was a factor I wasn’t sure I wanted to be explored. Ryan looked at me with a soft smile on his face. He was a dog with a fucking bone, chewing and chasing. “Nothing, Hunter has been killed and now, black cage pack, they want to claim his land,”

Kane screamed in his loudest voice and everyone left whatever they were doing. They were returning to the Pack but it was already too late. There were more than twenty hunters among them who had invaded the Pack. Kane had to run back to save those he could save Even when he knew it was dangerous. The Hunters shot most of them with the silver bullet mixed with wolfsbane. Those who were not shot were able to run inside and the whole Chambers was shot. Kane didn't follow the rest of them that were inside the Chambers. He was trying to speak with the Hunters to see if they would change their thoughts against them.

"He says your injuries are severe and orders you to withdraw from The Hunt immediately. He also said you can go to his ward privately if you need anything..." "I'm not withdrawing." I cut her off. I was going to win. I wasn't entering The Hunt to prove anything to Damien. I was doing this for myself. I wanted freedom. Complete, absolute freedom. The day of the competition finally arrived. The arena was packed—Black Moon, Red Moon, Silver Claw, Frost Fang. Nearly every pack in the Northern Territory had sent representatives. The Hunt was the Alliance's oldest tradition, drawing crowds rivaling a war. The rules were simple: enter the Black Forest. Survive three days. Find "Moon Goddess Tears"—

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

Anarungu said quietly, but no one noticed. "A new Tribe Chief will be elected through the Great Hunt. The last time it was held was 40 phases ago when Anaragwan became Chief, "Peacock said. "What are the rules of the Hunt?" Tatar'Atu looked at him with interest. "No one knows," the long-haired scarred guy said, rubbing his shoulder. "But I think the name says it all. We'll have to hunt. The most important thing in the hunt is not to run into a lynx."

“The Council is concerned. Unauthorized interference during a sanctioned Hunt is a problem. Unregistered chemicals. Four prey removed from the forest under your authority.” “Prey?” I repeated. Scott looked at me. “You know what the Hunt is.” “No,” I answered quickly. “I know what I was *told* it was.” I stepped closer to the table. “People were dragged into that forest.” “That's how the Hunt works,” Scott replied. “Not like that.” “You weren't there,” he snapped. “Neither were you.” Silence fell over the room. I turned to Darren. “You’ve seen this compound before? Where?”

"We hunt." ​