All Chapters of The Werewolf Hunter's Secret: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

KACELAI followed Wyatt up to the rooms and disappeared into the Luna suite to clean up and change.  It didn’t take long for me to dress in my usual hunting outfit; leather pants and a leather top with a belt over everything that held an assortment of weapons.  I was busy tucking a knife into a sheath when Wyatt came in.  He was wearing a pair of athletic shorts and nothing else. “That’s what you fight in?” I asked in surprise.“My Lycan form fights,” he answered.  I felt stupid.  Of course he does. “Does Dali not fight for you?” he asked, knowing the answer.  I grinned.“Maybe someday.  But I spent so much time forcing her away I wouldn’t know how to fight with her.”“We can train together,” Wyatt said.  “I can help get Dali up to warrior status.”I could feel my wolf’s excitement. 

WYATT I exchanged glances with Earl and watched Kacela closely. Our warriors heard her dad’s dying confession and I could see the questions on their face. We can take care of the body, Earl mind linked me. No, I got this. Take the warriors and get everyone out of town. I don’t like this. I replied. I was suddenly very worried for my pack members that were working in town, especially the ones that were working undercover for Jones. Earl looked at me quizzically. You think his warning was legit? Yeah, I do, I answered. He completely lost control of his wolf. He finally manages to get control back as he’s dying and that’s the message he chooses to give. If he was lying, he plays one hell of a long game. Earl didn’t acknowledge my sarcasm and I let myself lapse into silence. I knew that I was projecting Kacela’s grief. She was sad, but not overtly so. I could feel the conundrum in her body; part of her wanted to go out and rip Jones apart and the other part knew that she

WYATTWe got back to the castle, and I wearily headed towards my office.  Lia met me at the door.“My king, I put your mate in your bed.  She is tired and she suffered an emotional loss.  You should join her.”I shook my head.  “I have to speak with those that were in town,” I said.  “I gave orders that they were to wait for me in my office.”Jarrett shook his head.  “My king, I sent everyone to rooms in the castle.  No one is leaving but I must speak with you before you speak with them.”I looked at Jarrett with concern.  He rarely went against my orders and when he did, I knew it was for a good reason.“Speak to me,” I said.  He looked over a Lia and she gave a barely perceptible nod.  I knew it was going to be bad.“Jason was killed tonight.  He was freshly killed when the warriors went to warn him.  It is b

 WYATTWe joined everyone in the dining room twenty minutes later.  Kacela had put her long hair in braids and pulled it up on top of her head, looking extremely exotic and mysterious.  One skinny braid hung down over her face, somewhat obscuring her scar and blind eye.  She forwent her typical hoodie and, instead, put on jeans and a tank top with a cropped sweater over the top.  She looked casually regal, if that was a style.She faltered a moment when she opened the dining room door but the hesitation was momentarily and not noticed by anyone else.  She went in and over to the buffet, selecting a sandwich and some chips, bringing them to our typical table.  She ignored the silence that had settled the moment she walked in.Finally, someone broke the silence. “Why are we eating with a traitor?” he shouted.  I frowned, looking around for the heckler.  It didn’t take long to ident

WYATTDex was sitting next to the lake, just looking out and enjoying the moonlight on the rippling water.  It calmed the both of us; we were anxious from our conversation with Nellie.  I knew she had a good idea, but I hesitated.  I worked so hard to overcome the taint of my father’s rule and to make the pack strong again.  I didn’t want people beginning to panic nor did I want to even tempt myself with that sort of power.  I didn’t know if my father’s narcissism was a hereditary trait, but I’d rather not find out.I could hear someone coming through the woods and I was irritated.  Dex, on the other hand, turned up his nose and began sniffing the air and then wiggled with joy.Dali, he said to me. I could now hear smell her scent, the gentle fragrance of jasmine, vanilla and citrus that I’ve grown to love.  I stilled, not wanting to scare her.  We saw her emerge fr