All Chapters of Hunted: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

**RILEY**The fork scraped against the plate, loud in the quiet. The sharp sound prickled the hair on the back of my neck, but I ignored it. My focus stayed on the food—every last bite—because it was easier than focusing on him.Silas.I knew he was watching me. He didn’t try to hide it. I could feel his gaze on my skin, I could feel his curiosity and something I couldn’t quite name.I finished the last bite, but the tension between us didn’t ease. If anything, it thickened.There was no fucking way I was staying here. No matter how much my wolf wanted to. No way I’d forgive him for chaining me like some rabid animal, nearly leaving me to die in the process, and dragging me into whatever his twisted reason was for all this.And yet, I could feel him. He wasn’t the first man to look at me like that, but he was the first who made me want to look back.I hated that.I hated the way my wolf stirred, whispering things I didn’t want to hear.He saved you. He’s strong. He’s… ours."Jade—the

SILASI didn’t know how long I sat there waiting for Riley to come back—or why the hell I even bothered. It was pathetic, really. I was sprawled out on my couch, staring blankly at the TV when the first crack of thunder rumbled through the night. A storm was coming, and it wasn’t a light drizzle. This one was going to pour like hell.I flicked a glance toward the door. Still nothing. Gritting my teeth, I forced my eyes back to the screen. Some mindless bullshit was playing, but no matter how hard I tried to focus, my thoughts kept drifting back to him. “He’s got to have some kind of spell on me,” I muttered bitterly, knowing it was just an excuse. The truth? I was the one fucking myself up over him. That damned kid was trouble—had been from the second I laid eyes on him. But thinking it didn’t make it go away. I clenched my fists, replaying the way his lips felt against mine, the way his body— “Christ.” The word tore out of me like a curse, and I shoved off the couch, pacing the r

RILEY We got off the train in Duluth and crammed into a cab, Scout trembling in my arms. I kept my mouth shut as Silas muttered an address to the driver, somewhere in Superior. His body language screamed don’t talk to me, and honestly, I wasn’t in the mood for more of his brooding silence either. The city lights faded into quieter streets and then into nothing but endless darkness. The further we went, the more my nerves spiked. The cold air seeped into the cab even with the windows rolled up, and my wolf stirred uneasily under my skin. The cab slowed as we reached the edge of a massive lake, where a house stood near the water like something out of an old ghost story. It was big—too big, with its wide glass windows staring out at the dock like soulless eyes. “This is it,” Silas muttered, throwing cash at the driver before climbing out. I followed reluctantly, Scout curling tighter against me as the biting cold hit like a slap. Silas didn’t even look back to check if I was behin

SILASMemory from nine years ago…I was nineteen when I had my first boyfriend.Jake was everything I never knew I needed—confident, wild, and so unapologetically himself that it made me ache just to look at him. He was my first love, and though I never said the words out loud, I think he knew.That weekend, the house was mine. Orin had gone hunting with his friends, leaving the house all to me. Jake had come over the moment I told him we’d have the place to ourselves.“Silas, fuck—too much. Too much,” Jake panted, his head thrown back, hands clutching the couch cushions.He was two years older than me.“Shh, I’ve got you,” I murmured, pressing kisses to his temple, holding him as I pushed another finger inside. He was heat and softness, and everything about him made me ache. Jake’s green eyes locked on mine as his lips trembled into a smile. “I want you. Now,” he whispered, voice breaking like a plea. I swallowed hard, barely holding myself together. It was my first time, his too

SILAS Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I was completely screwed. Riley had finally fallen asleep, his eyes swollen and red after pouring his heart out. “If I found them, I’d rip their throats out,” he’d said, and I couldn’t shake the words from my head. All I could think about was that day. I was the kid. I was there when his mother was killed—by my parents. My hands trembled as I shoved them into my hair, pulling at the roots to stay grounded. Was this a coincidence? Or was fate just playing a sick joke, trying to screw me over? I glanced back at Riley, his body restless even in sleep. When he shifted and mumbled something incoherent, my chest tightened. My gut twisted so hard it felt like it was trying to crawl up my throat. I tore my gaze away, jaw clenching, and pushed myself to my feet. Barefoot and silent, I slipped out of the room. What the hell would he do if he knew? If he found out he was in the house of the people who killed his mother? Sleeping in the bed—hell, slee