Two Hunters, from different worlds.

Chapter 6

P.O.V Vor

She was close this time-so close that she nearly saw me. A part of me wanted her to. I wanted to grab her by the neck and watch her struggle for breath. But at the same time... I wanted to claim her. Pathetic. What kind of kv'var-de (hunter) have I become if I can't even kill a simple lou-dte kale (female child-maker)? Is she even still prey, or have I already decided otherwise?

With no worthy prey in sight, and no warriors to challenge, I turned my focus to the real hunt-the one that has haunted me for far too long. If I am to be called Vor'mekta, the Stalker, then I must embrace my nature.

I have had many chances to end her life. The first time, it was not yet her moment-I would have had no honor in taking her then. Later, when she lay sleeping in her dwelling, vulnerable and unguarded, I could have taken her at any second. But when I imagined wrapping my hand around her fragile throat... the thought of crushing it was overshadowed by the urge to grip her in other ways.

Among my brethren, I am known as a ruthless Yautja hunter, one without mercy. I have the stamina to outlast any prey, and I am a nightmare to those who dare challenge me. Young, stubborn, and impatient-these are my flaws. But I am learning patience now, and she is the reason.

I have encountered many females in my hunts. None were worthy. None interested me. They were all weak, scavengers feeding off the wealth of others instead of fighting for their own survival. Deceivers. Frauds. Boring.

But Chloe... from the moment she entered that building, she was different. Even drunk, even masked, I could sense something within her-a fire. The fury in her voice as she spoke into her phone... something inside me stirred. I would have preferred if that rage had been directed at me. I crave it. I wait for it.

I was prepared to return to her home, to terrify her properly, but she was already preparing to leave. The sight of her, dressed in such an enticing manner, intrigued me. I cannot deny it. Perhaps I should follow her, see where she intends to go. It is obvious she is meeting a male.

At the mere thought of another laying hands on her, my blood boiled. No one should touch her. No one should look at her. Except for me.

This obsession of mine is unsettling. It is true that I have not seen a female of my kind in a long time, but this human-this woman-dares to walk the night dressed like that, while a Yautja hunter is on the prowl. My whole body hums with the anticipation of pursuit, of claiming her.

I want to see how far her courage stretches. How much confidence she truly possesses. This time, I will not claim a dead trophy. No, this time, I wish to uncover her in a much deeper way.

There is nothing to be ashamed of. Yautja do not feel embarrassment. We know hunting, breeding, and honor-nothing else. Love? Weakness. But curiosity, attraction... those are acceptable.

Perhaps through her, I will finally understand females. Their emotions, their expressions... No. Their mood swings and their displays of affection will forever remain a mystery to me.

Enough. I have wasted too much time with thoughts. It is time to hunt.

I follow her.

She remembers the building where she had once entered, drunk and unaware of my presence. But she is drawn to something-a poster. A club, as they call it. A place where humans drink and celebrate.

But this club is unlike the others I have seen. Many females are present, drinking, yet Chloe... within moments of entering, she is arguing. And she is surrounded by males.

A low growl rumbles in my chest. A female, standing alone against men. She will suffer for this.

At first, they ignore her. Then, she finds the exact words to seize their attention. Soon, others gather around her, listening intently. She speaks of their government, their way of life. She knows how to use words as weapons. She is already seen as wise, a leader.