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The light that had filtered through moments ago was all but gone, leaving Damien to rely on his heightened senses. Then, without warning, the ground trembled beneath him. Damien stumbled, his heart leaping into his throat. The trembling grew stronger, accompanied by a low, rumbling growl. His eyes darted toward the sound, and out of the dense undergrowth, massive, hulking figures emerged—trolls. Their gray skin was rough and jagged like stone, their yellowed eyes gleaming with malicious intent. They towered over him, each one at least twice his size, and the moment their gaze locked onto him, they charged.

"Let's get those damn trackers out of us." We waited an extra day, just in case more came. The mountain remained eerily quiet, the snow undisturbed except for the tracks we had left behind. By the time the sun began to dip behind the trees, casting long shadows across the frozen ground, we were packing up and heading down. The whole thing felt wrong. Orin. Jade. Werewolf hunters turning into what they hunted? All of it felt off. What was the point of it all? The truck came into view, buried under a layer of snow, and I couldn’t have been happier to see it.

Realizing that the Soul Hunters had been lying in wait for them even in Mr. Bates’s home, Gerald couldn’t help but frown as he sneered, “You Soul Hunters just don’t know when to quit, do you?” “Quit the cr*p and hand over the Phangrottom Talisman already! Your only other option is to receive a one-way ticket to hell!” warned the grey Soul Hunter in a frigid tone. Once he retrieved the Phangrottom Talisman, then their mission would surely end in success!

All of the Hunters held their breath as they saw three more trolls emerge from the depths of the cave, bearing their fangs and growling. “What the heck…” Paul spoke with a hint of fear in his voice. GROAH!! “Hyah!” Kim yelled while rushing at the trolls. “Wait, Kim!” Paul shouted, trying to stop him. “Tch!” Paul ran after him. Herman also followed them. “Wait, all of you-!” Yuki couldn’t complete her sentence. “We have to help them! Yuki, fire your arrows! [Strengthen]! [Light Feet]!” Mel started casting spells to buff her teammates.

Tt did not matter as a breed they were incredibly dangerous to the Shifters and they wanted the powerful Werewolves more than any of the other Immortals especially the larger ones. She could see that the Hunters had trapped a large Shifter but she could not make out what it was as they’d covered it in thick silver nets to keep it still. Watching closely she saw the human males kept running forward and sticking electric cattle prods into any part of it they could find. It must have been in agony but it made no sound as it struggled valiantly against far to many of them. Tegan hated injustice, if the numbers had been fairer she would have left it to fight alone but it did not stand a chance. S

Hunter struggled in anger, but he was met with a blow to the stomach from a baseball bat, causing the young man to vomit blood. "This perverted jerk," Aleah said while inside a truck with monitors and a computer system. She was with Joyril at that time. Hunter's entry into the CEO's house was all part of their plan to find out where its Data mine was. He is a rogue earning money from the sex tapes he shows on a website and Natasha is just one of his many victims.

“The Virus met’s rollout hit every black channel from Prague to Manila. Dirt cheap. Addicts are biting hard. And the wolves… well, you’ve seen the results.” Antonii’s grin widened. “Feral freaks. Beautiful chaos.” “Exactly.” I leaned forward, voice low, sharp. “The hunters are distracted. They're busy tracking rogue wolves turning into monsters on rooftops and back alleys. They don’t even know we’re watching them, tracking them, waiting.” Antonii raised a brow. “And when they look up?” “We put a bullet between their eyes,” I said coldly. “Or a claw through their throats. Whichever’s quicker.”

I'm going to be the reason the pack falls. My heart syncs to a terrified rhythm. My hands stop shaking. They just go numb. "Turn around," the hunter says. "Hands where I can see them." I turn, my eyes meet his and I see the certainty there. He knows he's won. That's when the tunnel explodes, not metaphorically. Literally, the concrete wall behind the hunter cracks and splinters as something massive crashes through it. A wolf but not just any wolf, it was Adrian. The air itself seems to vibrate. The tunnel shakes, dust and debris fall like rain. For a moment, everything goes silent, even the gunfire from above stops.

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.

“Her Master, is he this Uncle Peter? Can’t he help?” “Uncle Peter is not someone to rely on. He is... difficult to get hold of.” Gullen didn’t look like he was going to say anything else on the matter. “What about the trolls? You said you caught a few.” “Yes, thanks to my dogs. They are the only ones able to distinguish between us and them when they are disguised as humans.” “Like Terminators,” muttered Maurice. “Haven’t you been able to get any information out of them?” “They are somewhat resistant to pain, being made out of mud.”