The Hunter And The Hidden Angel

The Hunter And The Hidden Angel

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'You're turning sixteen soon, you excited ??' Aunty Cara asked 'You have no idea' I replied jumping excitedly 'You finally meet your mate, aren't you just excited ??' She carried on I'm excited yes. But that's not why. In a few days I turn 16 and that's when I freeze, I also get to meet my mate yes, but I also get revenge. I get revenge on those hairy mutts, they ruined me, they killed my family right before my eyes as well as others. Ever since I was old enough to understand what was happening I gathered every other lost soul. To the humans this is a "foster home" but when the time comes we will attack with me leading them, we will all avenge for the ones we love. They think they can wipe up out ; we've been training, we've got people in high placeses ; they will all pay mostly him, the one who killed my family. COPYRIGHT (C) 2014 This_Is_Lizzy ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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They said the Hunt was sacred. That if I was chosen, it meant fate. But fate didn't feel like a mouth on my skin or claws at my back. It felt like blood. Mine. For years, I stayed hidden. Quiet. Unclaimed. I stole seeds from the state fields, grew food in secret, fed my family from soil and silence. I did everything right - stayed beneath their radar, beneath their noses. I didn't make waves. I didn't ask for more. But monsters never forget a scent. And when the Hunt came, I was scented. Tracked. Taken. I stabbed him. I buried the blade in his shoulder and watched him bleed. It didn't matter. Because he still bit me. And the world saw. Now my face is on every screen. The girl who didn't run. The girl who fought back. Some call me a rebel. Some call me a mate. But they all forget one thing. I wasn't made to be claimed. I was made to survive. And if they want to collar me, cage me, crown me - they'll have to reckon with everything I've kept buried beneath the roots. Because I am not the flower. I'm the fire beneath it. Rewrite version of formerly known book Escaping the monsters Embrace

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