All Chapters of Hunting for our Mate: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Atalanta’s pov“Do you have a death wish, or are you brave?”He must have not been talking to me. Nobody talks to me. They only yell insults at me or ignore me. But none of the soldiers have tried talking to me in a normal tone.“Seriously, Atalanta. Why do you keep doing this?”I wiped away the blood under my nose with the back of my hand. “Doing what?”“You keep fighting the biggest guys, even volunteering when they don’t pick you themselves.” Sergi explained.I looked over at the soldier I barely knew. I didn’t know many people here. A few faces were familiar because they used to be friends with Archer. They hated me the most.Well, that’s not true. My family hates me the most.I had been here for almost two weeks now.The first week was a time of mourning and celebration for the hunters. We mourned the loss of our future leader, the sole heir to succeed General Sweets.But before Archer's death, he had completed a successful mission. Archer had apparently put Belledona in everyone

Zev’s pov “I’m worried,” Grace said as she helped me out of bed. I had been stuck in bed for two weeks, healing from my rejection. Can I call it my rejection since I rejected her? She didn’t accept or even feel any of it. Even if she didn't accept my rejection, she would have still felt it if she had a wolf. Her lies and her betrayal... In a sense, she rejected me first. She ran away, making it impossible for me to forgive her. Raiden thought the hunters had captured her. Why take someone that already belongs to you? Yes, she had a sad backstory, but how much of it was lies? And how much of it was deception meant to trick us. And the worst thing is... I can understand why she tricked Raiden, but me? I’m nobody. She didn’t have to start writing letters. Had she always known it was me? She didn’t have to let me open up. She didn’t have to get me to fall in love with her. Everything I taught Lana about werewolves she could have found out in a different way. By reading a book, atte

Zev’s povI dropped to the floor and quickly got back up.He’s not the same man he was when he left. It’s not just the way he looks, and he looks like a dirty rogue. His skin was covered in dirt and blood, and goddess knows what.He didn’t smell dirty; he smelled like blood and death.There were scars, bullet wounds, scratches, bite marks... Did he encounter hunters? Rogues? How many did he have to kill to stay alive, or did he start to enjoy it?Before this, Raiden hadn’t killed anyone. Archer was his first.The risk of bloodthirst was always strong in alphas. They’re the strongest of us, the most lethal. But as long as this is used to protect their pack, it’s fine. It becomes a problem when Alphas start killing for no reason. When they go in search of that feeling you get when you kill someone.To kill out of self-preservation or when you’re attacked is different. The Crescent Moon pack had never been the pack to attack first.We pride ourselves on our ways of resolving conflicts wit

Atalanta’s povI couldn’t fall asleep after that, so instead I tried to find a way out. At the same time, I tried to piece together what I had heard. Even if I didn’t want to know the truth before, it was needed for me to survive this.My mother had unknowingly slept with a werewolf. Did she fall in love like I did? Or was it just a fling? A way to escape this community and her pending marriage to my dad.When did she realize what I was? Had she always known? Is that why she hates me?I was born as the prey she was meant to hunt.And General Sweets was going to make more people like me. How? Was he going to use the women here?Or have some huntermen force themselves on the shewolves they caught?Both options were extremely wrong for so many reasons.They didn’t need me for that part though, so why keep me? So my great uncle could do unthinkable things to me in his bedroom instead of a laboratory, or was I still necessary for their tests?Proof of why the general’s plan could work. No w

Atalanta’s pov I was almost out of the hunter’s compound when someone spotted me. I was stronger than him thanks to my mixed blood, but I wasn’t healed yet from my fight earlier today, so it took longer than I wanted to take him down. He got a few good hits in before I kicked him in the groin. In the end, I had to use the knife I brought, stabbing him in the neck. I had never killed anyone before, and I threw up when it was over. I’m not brave or strong. How I wish I had memorized the route to the Crescent Moon pack, but I didn't. It probably took me longer than it needed to, but I tried to follow the tire tracks from all the cars that had left. They couldn’t drive the main roads but had to use dirt roads not to stand out so their tire tracks were easy to follow. It was still light out, but it was starting to get darker. It would have been beautiful to see the sunset and the blue moon shine, but I didn't have time to watch it. My eyesight is better than that of a human, and it