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Hunter Scott

Determined to stay focused on my mission, I push the thoughts away and scan the crowded forest, searching for the Shadow among the writhing bodies and bloodied corpses. He's probably indulging in carnal pleasures with some willing victim, his naked form covered in cum and his sinister grin never fading. But I have no time for hate or distractions. I must find him and end this madness once and for all.

My heart races as I freeze in my tracks, the sound of growling pulling me out of my thoughts. I turn to see the couple that was just lost in passion now writhing in pain, their handcuffed wrists laced with wolsbane. My eyes dart around, searching for any signs of danger. Then I see him - Will Scott - stands out with his piercing green eyes and confident stride. He catches my gaze and tilts his head, silently studying me. As he approaches, a small smirk plays at the corner of his lips. Despite the danger surrounding us, his smile is alluring and magnetic. His gaze holds a sense of mystery and intrigue that sets him apart from the rest of the boys accompanying him.

The Cola family is known for their striking, rich brown eyes, a trademark of their bloodline. In this world, the hunter families are easily identified by their distinctive eye colors, which set them apart from one another. Among the five tribes of hunters, the True family remains the largest and most powerful, with over forty members still alive. However, within my own family, there are only twelve of us remaining, including my aunts and cousins. We are vastly outnumbered in this dangerous world.

As he walks towards me, he brings up the topic again. "You still haven't given me an answer about the date," he says with a charming smile as he reaches for my hand. His lips brush against my skin as he plants a soft kiss on my cheek. "I really think you should join me for dinner tomorrow."

I hesitate, trying to come up with a plausible excuse. “I'm afraid I have prior commitments tomorrow,” I reply nervously, feeling his intense gaze upon me.

He comes to an abrupt halt in front of me, his presence looming far too close for comfort. His smile is pleasant, laced with the scents of spices and expensive perfume. Handsome as always, I can't help but do a double take every time he crosses my path. And not only is he easy on the eyes, but also a skilled hunter - making him a highly desirable match for marriage. My father had wanted to marry me off to him a year ago, but thankfully he values my happiness over societal status.

“The day after…?” he asks, his voice laced with hopeful anticipation.

I take a hesitant step back, my heart pounding in my chest. “Even the day after, I’m busy,” I reply, trying to keep my tone steady.

His hand reaches out and takes mine, sending a flutter through my belly. “What about--"

I cut him off, not wanting to get swept away by his charm. “I have obligations for the rest of the year as well.”

He chuckles, his deep voice causing a shiver to run down my spine as he leans in closer. He places a soft kiss on the back of my hand and says, “Well then, I’ll have to find another way to convince you to go out with me.”

A small smile tugs at my lips despite my best efforts. “Good luck with that.”

He smiles back, his face lighting up in a way that makes my heart skip a beat. “Trust me, Huntress,” he says confidently, “I can be very persuasive.”

I don’t doubt it for a second and gulp nervously.

Clearing my throat, I try to regain some composure. “In that case, happy hunting,” I say with a hint of teasing in my voice.

His eyes sparkle with amusement as he replies, “Happy hunting indeed.”

Before I do something stupid like throw myself into his arms, I turn and bolt away from him, hoping to escape the intense pull he has over me.

As I ride through the blur of trees, their trunks and branches blend together into one large haze. The air is thick with the musky scent of sex, mingled with the earthy aroma of grass and sweat. It's like a primal symphony, performed under the moonlight every month by these creatures.

Rumors say that they only bathe accidentally, when a sudden rain pours down on them. I can't imagine why water would fall on a werewolf - they can smell it coming hours before it arrives. By the time it does, they're likely already tucked away indoors.

The legends say that water is like acid to them, causing their skin to burn and blister. But who would know for sure, when even the smartest of hunters can barely survive in this twisted world?

They fear it, like they fear the Shadow. These beasts may have human-like forms, but their animal instincts still hold strong.

Everywhere I look, there are wolves prowling through the woods. Their eyes glint in the sunlight, sharp and focused on their hunt. I dare not make a sound or move from my hiding spot in the shadows, for fear of drawing their attention.

Finally, after what feels like hours of sneaking through the dense foliage, I reach a river and pause to catch my breath. It's a treacherous obstacle, as crossing it would surely wash away the disguise I've meticulously crafted out of cow dung — a human infiltrating their land disguised as one of them. The wolves would surely sense my deception and I would become yesterday's news to. If these wolves sense any hint of human scent on me, I'll become nothing more than a fleeting memory in their world.

The forest is eerily silent now, with only the occasional rustle of leaves or distant howl breaking the stillness. The tension is palpable, and I can't shake the feeling that I am trespassing in a land that does not belong to me.

And then suddenly, a twig snaps behind me...

Moans and gasps fill the darkness, accompanied by the rhythmic sound of water crashing against the river. I crouch behind a fallen tree branch, heart pounding in my chest. The leaves rustle above me, concealing my hiding spot from whoever is out there. The night is thick and unforgiving, making it impossible to see anything clearly even with my glasses on.

With each thrust, the woman's moans crescendoed until she was practically screaming for more. The sound of her intense pleasure filled the air and echoed off the mountains, mingling with our own heavy breathing. It was a symphony of passion and desire that consumed us both.

I can almost taste her excitement, feel her body writhing with pleasure. Her voice breaks as she utters one name: "Aiden." A shiver races down my spine at the sound of it.

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