All Chapters of Hunted: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

SILASThe piece of shit died before I made it out of town.I threw the door open and slammed it shut, my hand gripping the edge until my knuckles turned white. “Fuck!” The roar echoed into the night, my voice raw and frayed. I kicked the front tire hard enough to send a jolt straight up my leg, but the pain wasn’t enough. Not even close.Riley was gone. Taken.By him.Orin didn’t just hunt werewolves. He made a sport of it—stalking them, breaking them, killing them. And he’d gotten Riley. My gut twisted at the thought. I squeezed my eyes shut, fingers digging into my scalp as I yanked at my hair.He was already dead. He had to be.My chest burned, and it felt crushing, suffocating. The sharp bite of cold air did nothing to clear my head.I didn’t have time to fall apart.A faint glow appeared on the road ahead, headlights cutting through the dark. I pushed off the hood and stumbled forward, waving my arms, praying to whatever god gave a damn that this car would stop.The tires crunche

SILAS"Yes! Yes, that’s it, my boy. Family—family always comes first." Orin’s grin stretched wide, his eyes gleaming with twisted happiness. I swallowed hard, my gaze shifting to Riley. The hollow look in his eyes—fuck. It was a gut punch. His lips parted, trembling, and his eyes shimmered with unshed tears. I couldn’t stand it. Christ, I couldn’t. "I do this, Uncle, and you never hold me here again. Right?" My voice was low, tight with barely contained rage. Orin clicked his tongue, his face lighting up like he’d won the damn lottery. "Yes, yes. Continue our legacy. Never look at a man again, and this will be the last time." He stepped closer, his breath hot against my skin. My fingers twitched. I sucked in a sharp breath and nodded. "Last time." Orin shoved the gun into my hand. I felt the weight of the metal settle in my palm. Cold. Heavy. I lifted my eyes to Riley, who looked at me like he didn’t know me. "Silas?" he whispered. My chest tightened painfully. His voice

SILASFive hours. Five long, silent hours. Riley hadn’t said a damn word since we left the hotel. He just sat there, staring out the window like the passing trees were the most fascinating thing in the world. Meanwhile, I was losing my mind. My fingers drummed against the steering wheel, the rhythm steady, controlled. Everything I wasn’t. I turned my eyes to him. “You good?” Nothing. He didn’t even blink, just kept staring straight ahead. Tension crawled up my spine, settling in my shoulders. I tightened my grip on the wheel. “You gonna talk to me or keep pretending I don’t exist?” Finally, he shifted, leaning back into the seat. His eyes were dark, his expression grim. “Did I hurt you?” I asked, softer this time. He sighed, dragging a hand through his hair, messing it up even more. “Considering you went at it all night…” His gaze flicked to mine. “Yeah, my ass hurts.” A grin pulled at my mouth. “No lube,” I said. “What did you expect?” His eyes narrowed, but there w

SILASPain. It rippled through me like a living thing, clawing at my nerves, setting fire to every inch of my skin. I sucked in a breath, sharp and jagged, and let it out slow, willing the haze in my head to clear. The room came into focus, and I blinked at the familiar ceiling above me. My bedroom. But the burn in my chest, the ache in my ribs—those didn’t belong here—it never happened here.I tried to move, to push myself up, but a firm hand slammed me back down. "Don’t even think about it, Sy." Jade. Her voice grated against my raw nerves as she stepped into view, her brow furrowed in that way she always got when she was trying to be the boss of me. "You’ll rip your stitches," she added, arms crossing over her chest like she thought she could keep me pinned there by will alone. I narrowed my eyes, my lip curling. "What the fuck are you doing here?" I bit out, every word dripping with venom. She rolled her eyes, her head tilting like I was the world’s biggest idiot. "O

SILASI slipped in through the back, moving fast and quiet, sticking to the shadows like my life depended on it—because it did. The place was quiet, too quiet, but I wasn’t about to complain. It gave me time to figure out where they were keeping Riley. The house in front of me stood three stories tall and a crowd of them had gathered out front—werewolves, snarling and restless. All their attention was fixed on the rope hanging from the beam in the center of the yard. I didn’t need to guess what it was for. This wasn’t for show. I moved fast, skirting the edge of the property until I found an open window around the back. A break, finally. I climbed through, landing as softly as I could. The place was big, cavernous, but I didn’t have time to care. Every second counted. The stairs creaked under my boots as I climbed, keeping low. My heart slammed in my chest, my ribs aching with every step. That wound I’d been pretending wasn’t there? It burned like hell, but I shoved it to the ba