Novel & Cerita The Lonely Hunter

he rasped again. I struck him another time, to the side of his face. The chair screeched across the floor, and the light trembled from the movement. James didn’t stop me. “Was it Dante?” I screamed again. “Tell me if it was him!” The hunter let out a weak, half-delirious laugh. “You understand nothing,” he babbled. “Dante… doesn’t work alone.” That phrase chilled my blood. James stepped closer, pressing the barrel of the gun to the hunter’s forehead.

The scars my mate made damn sure would never heal, tattooed into each side of my inner thighs. Did the man see those? Humiliation tore at my chest. The sob heaved deep in my throat, but no sound came. I sucked in the pain. Plucked out the noise. I wrapped the towel around my body and pressed another to my damp hair. I opened the door and there the hunter stood, holding clothes out. Women’s clothes. My brow tipped. “My wife’s. My late wife. She died… years ago. She wasn’t nearly as small as you but at least you’ll have something to wear,” he said, avoiding my gaze. I took the clothes from his hand and retreated back to the bathroom.

My soul was trembling in fear. The heartbeat kept on growing, fading. Over time the sound was increasing. A dusty window from where a gust of wind came caught my attention as I moved my head following it. Just at that moment, the flashlight fell on my eyes, and I glanced back at the entrance with a minimal gaze. I noticed a shadow standing in front of me, wearing a long white blanket and holding a lantern in one hand. "ARHHHHHH!" I screamed, rivalled by the blast of thunder and rain.

she asked. Karen had so many questions, and I didn't know how to answer her. I wished I had the answers, especially now, but I didn't, and it kind of made me feel bad. I knew I had to explain things to her a bit. "The Hunter family are supernatural hunters. They are human beings with special abilities to locate and identify people like me. They also can match our skills and kill us. They are the most dreaded bloodline of all the supernatural hunters. It was all fair initially. The Hunters made sure everyone followed the rules, and no one cheated anyone. We saw them more like judges, juries and executioners. Whenever there were issues, the Hunters would solve them. They could tell when we wer

The face this man sees staring back at him is a fake one engineered by one of the best lab technicians in my care. He’s still standing here. Oh? Did Hurios not tell him the other part of the deal? I’m not the one that gets to pay him. He’s not getting paid personally at all. “Say cheese.” I murmur with my real voice, staring at him dead in the eyes. He can’t see my gaze through the shades, of course, but I can see him clearly. The man drops dead on the floor as I pull my trigger at him. Straight into his chest and forehead are two bullets in the quiet night, I have a silencer attached to my gun so it was a painless, soundless kill. Somebody will take care of his body.

I try to blindly claw at the slimy ground or grab for anything within reach in a vain attempt to stop myself from uncontrollably careening down the slope. The world becomes a spinning disoriented kaleidoscope of pine trees, flying mud, and ground, as I tumble uncontrollably down the slope. This is bad. This is how solo hikers end up in the evening news when discovered dead days or weeks after being reported missing. Their bodies are found at the bottom of a ravine or in scattered pieces due to the wildlife taking advantage of a free, easy meal.

Hunter knew all too well that every decision comes with its consequences. He made a deal with the Patels' to get rid of Ludo but he didn’t hold his end of the bargain. Despite this, Hunter was no man to be intimidated by the Patels. As a matter of fact, they were out of the picture for him because he had finally got what he sought after; the manuscript. As soon as he got home, he printed the whole manuscript out, took it with him into his carnage backyard and treated himself to some reading. He never remembered when he had read like that but he was determined to finish reading the whole story that very day.

She and the baby now felt safe in his arms so they slept without a care in the world, not worrying about the world. But Hunter had other plans in his mind when he dropped his mate in the car. He released a loud whistle in the forest, the sound echoing in the quiet air for a while. Soon, a group of savage wolves emerged from the trees approaching him at a slow steady pace until they were right in front of him. He threw a certain cloth on the ground, watching them adopt a submissive stance in front of him before he ordered them, “Go and track down the man with this scent. I want you to bring me his body, dead or alive.”

Then, out of that void, a figure stepped forward. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Clad in black leather that seemed to absorb the moonlight. His face was hidden beneath a hood, but his presence—goddess above, his presence—was suffocating. It pressed against me the way Damon and Lucas’s dominance did, only sharper, like knives instead of claws. “Finally,” the hunter said, his voice low and smooth, carrying a deadly calm. “The fated wolves, united in one den. How generous of you to gather.”

The moment I step foot on the dark, I shiver and know I'm all alone, and no souls to even think of hiding and lurking just to freak me out. I gulped to realized that I no way of knowing where I suppose to lead, overwhelming by the lone journey that exceeds all expectation. I suddenly thought of Hunter, the warm he gives off even though he akin to a freezing world. Never I ever expected to meet a good hearted man like him, making me safe through out this very moment. So the doubt at the very last time overwhelm me...