Hunter

Hunter

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Highest Ranking #14 in Hunter 4-12-19 #21 in Warlock 10-25-18 #55 in Demon 1-19-19 #431 in Werewolf 4-15-19 Book One "MATE!" He yelled. I stared at him in fear and sorrow. The guys bowed down submitting. "No. I-I can't be your mate" I said with tears rolling down. I can already feel my heart ripping apart, "I'm a hunter. I kill your kind." I looked at him one more time before running to the forest crying. _________________________________ Alexis Thornton is a hunter who lost her family. She hunts all evil creatures and she is one of the best hunters around, but one day she gets a call from the organization telling her that her mission has been changed and that she needs to head northern part of North Dakota to check on a Werewolf pack called the Twilight Moon pack with her best vampire friend. Marcel London is soon to be Alpha of the Twilight Moon pack and the only way for him to be Alpha, is to find his mate. He's been searching for her for years and she just suddenly appears but things don't go as plan. (THERE IS SELF HARM AND DEPRESSION IN THIS BOOK, I WILL PUT TRIGGER WARNINGS IN JUST INCASE)
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My dream continued the one I'd been having for the past couple of nights. I ran, gasping for breath, through the familiar woods from a dark figure behind me. The faster I tried to run, the slower I seemed to go, until it was like I was running in place. I knew I needed to run. I was terrified of what the figure would do when he caught me. "Mara Leigh," a deep, smooth voice called. It was almost hypnotic. That was new. The figure had never spoke before now. I ran as fast as I could go, eyes searching the forest floor for a big stick or something that I could use to defend myself. "Mara Leigh!" the voice came again, this time more insistent. The forest slowly started to fade and I started to awake to someone shaking my shoulders. "Beau?" I mumbled, turning my head to the side. What's Beau doing in my room this time of night? Why is he shaking me? "Do not call me that name." My eyes flew open as I jumped at the voice from my dream. A face was right in front of mine, and just like the voice, it wasn't Beau. Before I could form a scream, a hand covered my mouth. I tried to bite it but I couldn't get my mouth to open. He's too strong. I started to use my whole body to try to get away, but he crawled on top of me, holding me down. I pulled the hidden knife out from under my pillow and slashed as hard as I could at him, but he just grabbed my wrist and squeezed it until the pain made me drop the knife. Then he grabbed both my hands in one of his and held them over my head. He held me down while I struggled. I grunted and moved and tried to kick and scream, but I only wore myself out. Exhausted, I stopped thrashing and let the tears flow freely down my cheeks. I didn't know what to do, so I just tried to prepare myself for whatever was coming.

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