53. Eager

Atalanta’s pov

“You, me, and Zev. One last time? Come to our room.”

“Okay.” It was just one word, but it meant so much. I was saying yes to so much, and my feelings were all over the place.

They had been ever since that weekend.

Hearing Raiden’s grandfather speak about hunters in the way he did made me even more aware of how dangerous my mission is. A hunter among werewolves.

When they talked about hunters in school, it seemed like we were just a nuisance. Something that the werewolf community wasn’t scared of. A problem that needed solving but wasn’t as important right now since rogues and other packs posed a much bigger threat in day-to-day life.

But that wasn’t the way former Alpha Vincent spoke about hunters. He had encountered my kind and knew what we were capable of. He hated us.

If he knew who I was, he wouldn’t have hesitated killing me right there, and then I was sure of it.

During the whole dinner, I was terrified.

It didn’t change my opinion on Raiden, Zev, or Suzie. I still