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the tall Hunter said, pulling out his own gun. I was going to die. The silver net burned through my clothes, searing my skin. I couldn't move, couldn't call for help, couldn't— A massive wolf exploded from the darkness, slamming into the stocky Hunter with such force the man flew ten feet backward. Jaxon. I'd recognize his gray-brown fur anywhere. "Werewolf!" the tall Hunter shouted. "Kill it!" But before they could react, a blur of motion tore through them. Lucien moved faster than my eyes could track, his hand closing around the woman's throat and lifting her off the ground.

He let out a boisterous laugh, placing a hand over his chest as it bobbed vigorously. “Ok, Kaia. Let’s see what you’re made of.” ***Julian If someone had told me I’d be hunting alongside a large predatorial wolf who tracked the woods faster than I could blink, I would have laughed in their face. She was incredible... fast as she was lethal. Before I knew it, the wolf pounced on a young buck and let out a howl for my attention. Sharpened canines dug into the poor animal’s throat as it thrashed around, letting the blood pour out. The wolf was unfazed as it clenched its jaw, holding a firm grip. Slowly, the legs stopped kicking. And then only a few last twitches before the animal’s eyes glassed

I stumbled backward. “What the fuck?” The hunter swung hard, and the wolf twisted away, fast, too fast. He reached for his gun. “No!” I grabbed the kennel door and shoved it aside enough to squeeze through. The hunter got the gun halfway free, and the wolf lunged, teeth closing around his forearm. He screamed, and the gun hit the floor, and I kicked it beneath the exam table. The hunter drove his fist into the wolf’s ribs, once, twice. The wolf released him and staggered. That's when I saw the wolf was a girl.

He turned his head and called out to several unseen people that had been hiding in the shadows. “Hunters ready!” Hunters? Barrett’s brows furrowed in bewilderment as several men began to step forward with large weapons held in their hands. “Aim... Fire!” Several long, silver bullets flew through the air toward the manic crowd of feral wolves. Barrett watched with disgruntled disbelief as the first large cluster of them all fell to the ground. All the blood drained from Barrett’s face. “No... Fucking wolf hunters?!” He couldn’t believe it. Killian had actually aligned himself with actual wolf hunters. How on earth was something so controversial even possible? Both sides had been at war with e

Dax My wolf wants to turn around. He’s wanted to since we jumped the fence, and he won’t shut up about it, because shutting up isn’t something he’s ever tried. ‘Ours,’ he says, for about the fortieth time. ‘Go back.’ He’s a hunter, I tell him. He’s trying to kill us. He brings silver and wolfsbane, and he does that whole routine with his breathing before he shoots. ‘He always misses,’ my wolf says fondly, as if that’s Noah Hunter’s most adorable quality.

This cowboy wolf was none other than Jeremy Lennon, high commander of the Grey Wolf armies, infamous Grey Wolf warrior, and one of the fiercest wolves ever to live. Anytime one of the Wild Eight had returned to their compound near death’s door and clinging to a thread of life, this man had almost always been the one singularly responsible—and that didn’t begin to cover the damage he’d done to the Wild Eight through the information-gathering and patrolling schedules demanded of his men. If she’d thought his battle scars made him intimidating, the pair of eyes locking onto the bush she hid in, as if he saw straight through the shrubbery, chilled her more than the snow beneath her paws. Irises

Screaming at the hunters coming toward him with bows and swords. To only hear a voice that made everyone go still. "Stop" Just one command and all the hunters bow down. And that's when Volkan's grey eyes met the dark black ones of the man behind everything. Daniel Black The leader of Hunters stood in front of him. His face emotionless, not caring of the bloodshed of the innocents he just committed in name of ending the werewolf specie, which according to the humans were heartless beasts that are to be eliminated at all cost.

' he replied then I ran forward and he protected my flank and we did a perimeter check . We were almost finished with the circle we were running in when I caught a scent . Blood . Alastair ran forward this time . We saw the Epsilon . A she wolf but a very big one with a complete black fur and she had blood trailing down her mouth . Five wolves were in the snow wounded . She already infected them . She looked up at us and when she caught sight of myself and Alastair, she ran .

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.

Leon and Dom where stood in together with their bloodied hands touching. “Kill them all.” I heard Hunter scream as he seemed to writhe on the ground in pain. I watched at the rogues across the small field all shifted at once and charged towards us. Seconds later, Leon's men shifted and moved like a finely tuned unit. My view sudden was obscured and I looked to see a beautiful golden wolf standing in front of me, growling. “Shannon?” I whispered, and the wolf turned and gave a small bow of her head. Her wolf was enchanting and the way her fur moved reminded me of swirling liquid gold.