Two Hunters, from different worlds.

Chapter 14

If I have to endure this useless human and watch him put his hands on my woman, I certainly won't stay hidden in the shadows for much longer.

The anger rising within me towards this human named "Race" is boundless. Even his name is ridiculous. Why would Chloe be interested in someone like him?

He doesn't appear to possess any great fighting skills or trophies. He seems rather skinny, easy to bring down, and even his voice is irritating.

I've been perched in the trees for hours while Chloe tries to get the other man inside the house to talk. He seems lifeless, a mere shell of a person. Why does he continue to live like this instead of seeking an honorable death?

Soon after, this so-called "friend" arrives and leads him outside. They start talking about trivial matters, but when he mentions a man named Revon, Chloe visibly changes. Her skin pales, her heart rate skyrockets, and then she collapses to the ground.

I couldn't just stand by while my mate lay there, showing no signs of recovery. I leaped down from my branch, landing a few meters away from her, weapons drawn, spear in hand.

Invisibility was useless—I wasn’t here to hunt or fight, but I was ready for anything. I stepped forward, removed my mask, and let out a deafening roar.

With my roar, the human turned towards me, his mouth agape, eyes wide with terror. He started stammering, trembling, and fell to the ground, scrambling backward. "Oh, what the hell... What are you...?" He couldn't even finish his sentence. Pathetic. He doesn’t deserve to be a trophy or to receive an honorable death at the hands of a Yautja hunter.

As he cowered before me, the man from inside the house finally decided to emerge. Unlike the one paralyzed by fear, this man regarded me with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

"You're back," he said breathlessly. "You look a little different from the other alien, but you resemble each other a lot. And where’s the girl with silver hair?" He scanned the area, eyes filled with hope.

I cautiously approached him, retracting my weapons. There was no need for bloodshed—at least, not yet.

"You know the girl with silver hair, right? Or are you her mate?" he asked again. I was about to shake my head when Chloe's voice interrupted.

"You knew her?" I turned to see Chloe, eyes wide with surprise and confusion. She was still seated on the ground, her attention fixed on the man at the door.

"Come inside," the man said with a weary sigh. "I think it’s time I explain everything."

Race, however, was still struggling to comprehend what was happening. He kept shifting his gaze between me and Chloe, as if trying to piece together an unsolvable puzzle.

"Yes, Race, he's an alien. He has arms and legs like us, but no nose or mouth like we do. And yes, I know him very well. No, he won’t kill you—at least not unless there's a real threat. So get up, come inside, because right now, I need answers," Chloe said in one breath, stepping toward Race and offering her hand to help him up.

What a pitiful creature, needing a woman’s help to stand. I never thought I would witness such a sight. Yet, I felt a strange satisfaction knowing that my mate was stronger and wiser than many other humans—and even some in my own clan.

"YOU NEED ANSWERS? WHAT ABOUT ME, DAMN IT?" Race shouted, throwing his hands in the air. Then, in a more agitated tone, he added, "And what the fuck does 'knowing him very well' mean?"

"We’ll talk about it later, Race. Now's not the time! Just come inside, and everything will be explained," Chloe responded firmly, locking eyes with him.