Claws
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The tables have turned. The hunter became the hunted. An apex predator, a hidden species, trained as nothing more than personal tracking and killing machine. Mystasia never thought that her life would be torn apart and scattered in every direction when a planned explosion kills off all of her Pack but herself and another male. Not even the Alpha Pair had survived the explosion. Now at the hands and complete mercy of an elite group of Hunters, Mystasia battles for every breath that she takes, every sharp stab of pain and shudder that wracks her body is a welcomed feeling when you're straddling the line between life and death. She will be broken in and trained specifically for one purpose and one purpose only: To kill others of her kind.
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Preview Into Book. I was taught to hate werewolves because my father told me they killed my mother. But when I looked into the green eyes, I saw how scared he was. Or maybe it was something else I saw in those deeps. He's hurt. My inner voice said, but I pushed it aside. My heart ached as I saw the cuts and bruises that he had all over him. And the question I asked myself was why ? I didn't know him. As hearing my thoughts he looked at me. " How can you hunt your own kind ? " he asked, his voice pained. " Excuse me ? " I said shocked by what he said. " I'm not like you !" I snapped. Before he could say anything else my father asked me out of the room and then they tortured him some. His cries of pain was heard as I walked away. My heart sinking at the sound of his cries of pain. I was no better than my father, all the reasons why I didn't want to be a hunter. No one, werewolf or not shouldn't be treated this way. I did want any part of it. I was not a killer nor will I ever become one. ©Copyright All Rights Reserved. Updates will be made every FRIDAY.

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