The Hunter (SAMPLE - Story moved to Inkitt)

Chapter 2 ~ Claire

Song: Gibberish - Max

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...Ulric's POV...

"There's not much to tell about my bestie, really," Claire replied with a shrug of her shoulders. "She's athletic and enjoys all outdoor activities, but she still lives on her parents compound, in her own house, but her family are very... um... close."

"How close?" I questioned. My interest in the alluring stranger hit me, unlike anything I'd experienced.

She intrigued me.

"Ryder doesn't get a lot of freedom, hence why she left with Arrow."

"Who's Arrow?"

"Hmm, what's with the inquisition?" Claire chuckled.

"Yeah, Ul, what's up with all the questions?" Roland teased.

"Just curious, Ro." I narrowed my eyes at him, warning him to shut his mouth.

"Arrow is Ryder's brother, like I said, her family's... tight."

"No, no. I'd already guessed that. I mean, what does he do? Are they together a lot?"

"Why are you asking me, Ulric?"

"Yeah, Ul, why?" Roland probed again.

"Shut it, Ro."

"Look, I could give you Ryder's number, and you could ask her yourself?" Claire offered.

"You don't know me, yet you are willing to give me Ryder's phone number?" I frowned. Claire had no clue as to what kind of a man I was; her behaviour was worrisome but convenient.

"I have good instincts," Claire shrugged.

"I could be a murderer for all you know, Claire."

"You could, but a murderer wouldn't admit that."

"Very true. Well, I should love to ask sweet Ryder myself. In fact, we are having a party next weekend; perhaps you girls could join us?"

It was an opportunity I was hoping Claire would accept, especially since Roland had vested interest in this tiny, pocket rocket.

"Arrow would freak if he found out, which probably means Ryder will be there."

"Probably?" I smirked, forcing an acceptance.

"Definitely?" Claire smirked wickedly.

"Good girl," I praised, leaning back, awaiting my turn. I couldn't stop the influx of images that crowded my mind. The way Ryder swayed, the curvaceous figure she bore, it excited my bones and made my heart skip.

Claire's accommodation satisfied my temptation I felt towards this woman, and I was excited by the prospect of seeing her again.

Claire went back to talking to Roland about all sorts of stuff I simply possessed no interest in, while his hands rested comfortably around her waist. I sat there contemplating the mysterious stranger I'd seen, only for a short time, but that was enough to leave behind one hell of an impression.

Some douche walked over to our new friend, causing Claire to stiffen and all six of us bulky, muscular warriors to straighten and focus.

"We're going home... now." Claire turned around slowly, breathing deeply.

"Okay, Myka. See you at the barbeque tomorrow," her head tilted, low. Claire was not used to disobeying the jackass; her body language displayed submission.

"Barbeque? Maybe, we should make an appearance at this barbeque... hey cutie?" Roland laughed.

Pocket rocket's cheeks tinted red; you could see the smile forming on her face. She enjoyed Roland's presence - liked it a lot.