This is the last regular chapter of The Hunted Hunter. Stay tuned for epilogues!
Things moved so fast after we came home with Zory. We looked around Mount Adams and found an existing house we could agree on. From there, it was a matter of waiting for all the windows to be replaced with specialized windows that would block the harmful UV rays of the sun so that no matter what time of day it was, Dani could walk past a window without worrying if blackout curtains were drawn. Then it was a matter of furnishing the four bedrooms, three and a half bath, just over four thousand one hundred square foot home. Did we need a house that big? Probably not. But it has a guest suite that Dani thought would be perfect for Agustín to crash in when he comes to visit. Then Zory gets a bedroom, and we plan to use the fourth bedroom as her playroom. This may sound like a lot, but the amount of crap we’ve been gifted from the pack is insane. These people barely survived, living as rogues when we took Noya down. Now they’ve all been given jobs working either for companies that are par
You miss many things when you’re a nocturnal being like me. I love being a mom and raising Zory with Khalid. But I know I miss out on a lot during the day. It makes it hard knowing that I’ve missed her firsts because I was sleeping. Even if Khalid records things so I can watch them later, it’s not the same. After I missed her first steps at nine months, I decided I needed to modify my sleep schedule. After all, I can safely walk around the house during the day. I can’t go outside with her to play during the day. So instead of waking up just after sunset, I started getting up three hours before sunset to spend time with her. I can’t ever wholly flip my schedule. I am still a vampire, and night is the only time I can leave the house. Plus, my Delta duties are centered around being the one nocturnal member of the ranked leadership. I am the one the pack comes to first for any emergencies after dark. I am the one in charge of the overnight patrol units. So I will never spend an entire da
Fuck! I swerved as a bullet took out my rear right tire. Double fuck! I should have never freed my mother. I should have left the bitch to die at the hands of the Bloodmoon Alpha.She said we would leave and that we would go home. She promised we would leave Isis and Auntie Sarael alone.I even sought Syndicate sympathizers within Bloodmoon to help me get her out, promising that my sister would ensure Kurt officially renounced all claims to his father’s pack.I didn’t realize when they got her; she made a new deal—promising to kill Isis so that either Kurt would be weak enough to kill or accept Noya as a chosen mate. I may not be a fan of my sister being with a werewolf, but I also know and accept I don’t get a say.Isis is a werewolf, and therefore, Kurt is her soulmate. I wouldn’t want to separate her from her soulmate.I thought just having her get him to abstain from being Alpha would be sufficient. My mother went too far.And now she’s dead. Fuck! I swerved again, and the bullet
I don’t have the time or energy for this shit. But what should I expect sitting at a table in el Amanecer Silencioso or The Silent Dawn to the English speakers? Certainly not quiet. If I wanted quiet, I would have stayed in my apartment. But sunset came, and I needed to dispose of last night’s meal. A tasty morsel of A negative in an unsuspecting murderer who foolishly thought I was his prey. I made sure to leave him in a place where eventually, the police would find his body and be able to close the cases of his multiple murders. I got my meal, the victims' families will get closure, and the streets of Guaymas are a little safer. A win for all. Well safer from murderous humans. Still plenty of my kind lurking in the shadows looking for a meal. But on the whole, we tend not to kill our dinners. Just eat what we need, wipe their memories, and move on.I’d considered just heading back home or checking out a bit of the nightlife when Diana Ruiz called me saying she had some news I wou
I knew that the Hunters would eventually catch up with me. All I did was give myself a head start. I had only hoped it would have been long enough.But as I reached the border to Mexico, it became very apparent it wasn’t. I was trying to blend in with other vehicles crossing as I noticed Blaine glaring at me from the truck behind me.I knew I should have killed him. But that would have drawn more attention than I wanted. I glanced to either side of me, and I saw Benton Nye and Fredrick Clayton with more American Hunters in tow.Just great, I don’t need this bullshit. I hope these Americans won’t be stupid enough to cause an incident while crossing the board.They can’t be that dumb. Right? We are in a very public setting with government officials.
I wasn’t sure what would happen when I was left alone with Daniela. A few outcomes came to mind, and most involved one of us dying. But of the possible results I was prepared for, she went with the one I hadn’t thought of.Now I know I’m not supposed to find any supernatural creature attractive as a hunter. We aren’t supposed to allow a physical desire to interfere with what we are supposed to do. My family’s training included psychological training to control basser urges so that situations like this wouldn’t affect us on a hunt.I’m the last Adio heir. I have always been top in my classes and expected to lead the guild. Yet here I am getting hard as Daniela uses her body as an interrogation weapon. Part of me is repulsed, remindi
Well shit. I was not expecting all that. The Hunter just verbally spilled his guts and essentially bared his soul in one sitting. And of all the reasons he could be on the run, I hadn’t considered that he killed someone that high up in his guild, least of all his mother.But he did it for a good reason. He did it to protect his sister. As someone with a sibling, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for Mariana. I would kill thousands if it saved Mariana. And I’d be more than happy to start with killing our father. His death has been a long time coming.My emotions got the better of me. I empathize and sympathize with The Hunter. I know how it feels to have to face family, fight a parent, to save someone you love. That’s the only explanation for why I sat beside him and squeezed his hand.