The Nook Huntsville Al Novels & Stories

About forty miles from the Florida line, in Waycross Georgia, I pace on the side of the road, gritting my teeth, and kicking at loose gravel with my boots. Our hunter band is caught up in the traffic of a road closure and I’m losing my damn mind at being forced to be idle and stand by. Once again, the tuniculas are fucking everything up, hindering our search of the rogue and the Cross girls, and making us lose valuable time. Every second counts in this hunt. We’ve already burned enough daylight, and with three a.m. quickly closing in, another night will pass for those poor girls in the company of their depraved captor. Only the moon knows what is happening to them. And I shudder at the thoug

“Yeah. Many people are busy preparing for hunting season tomorrow. Have I explained to you about the hunting season?” “No. I don’t think so.” Noah then sat straight and made me turn to face him. “It’s nothing big. Just a little hunting in the forest. Many people will come, and that includes Kasha.” “Is it going to be dangerous? I mean, for you especially.”