All Chapters of Hunted: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

RILEYI turned my eyes from Silas’s retreating form to Marcus, and the smell of anger filled the room. The tension between them—between all of us—was suffocating, but the last thing I needed was for them to tear into each other. I couldn’t think straight as it was.“Riley,” Marcus said, his voice low, familiar, and too much all at once. The sound sent a shiver through me, a reminder of everything I thought I’d lost. Before I could protest, he grabbed my hand and pulled me outside.“What the hell was that, Marcus?” I yanked my hand free, shaking my head as I crossed my arms. The cool night air did nothing to steady me.“He started it,” he said, his voice calm like it was the most reasonable thing in the world.A scoff slipped past my lips before I could stop it. “He—? God, now you’re acting like a kid.” I leaned back against the wall, tipping my head up to the sky, desperate for some clarity.“I noticed, you know. I’m not blind,” Marcus said suddenly, his voice sharper now.I snapped m

SILASI dusted off my hands as I stepped out of the storage room, satisfied the lights were finally working. As the glow returned to the cabin, I let out a small breath of relief, though it didn’t last long. When I entered the living room, it was empty—except for him.Marcus.He was leaning against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, his dark eyes locked on me with a glare sharp enough to cut. I ignored him, walking past to grab a glass and fill it with water. The cold rush soothed the burn in my chest, and for Riley’s sake, I decided to keep my mouth shut. Be the bigger man, I told myself.But of course, Marcus couldn’t let that happen.Before I could react, he grabbed the hem of my shirt and slammed me back against the wall.“You,” he spat, his voice dripping with venom as he leaned in too close, his breath hot and his anger rolling off him in waves.I clenched my jaw, biting back the instinct to throw him off me. Not because I couldn’t—because I could, easily—but because this was Ri

SILAS The few clothes I owned had been stuffed into a duffel bag, and the cabin keys now sat under the heavy stone by the door they always stayed. My fingers stayed on the edge of the doorway as I stared at the place for what I knew was the last time. It wasn’t the home I’d wanted, not really, but it had been something. A hiding spot. A place for I and Riley. The crunch of boots on snow drew my attention, and I turned to see Marcus heading for the car at the same time as me, his long strides confident, almost lazy. He stopped by the driver’s side door and held out his hand, palm up. “I’m driving.” A dry laugh almost slipped past my lips, but I swallowed it. “Not a fucking chance.” His dark eyes narrowed. “It’s my pack. I know the way.” I stepped closer, the keys clinking against my palm as I tightened my grip. “My car. I fucking drive. And you’re in lick because I know the way too.” A muscle ticked in his jaw, but he didn’t step aside. His figure was all hard edges and c

SILASSleep wasn’t happening.Not with my head pounding, the sharp, relentless echo of go to him slicing through my thoughts like a jagged blade. I didn’t want to listen to it—fuck, I didn’t even want him. But what I did want was to silence the noise in my head and get some damn rest.With a grunt, I shoved the covers off and swung my legs over the side of the bed, the cold wooden floor biting at my feet. My jacket and gloves sat draped over the chair, where I’d carelessly tossed them earlier, and I grabbed them, pulling them on with sharp, jerky movements.The night outside was still and quiet, the snow falling in soft flurries. Each breath burned my lungs, the icy air cruel and unrelenting as it whipped against my face. It didn’t matter. If braving the cold for a few hours meant I could quiet the maddening voice in my head, then so be it.The pack house loomed ahead, dark and silent. I didn’t know exactly where they’d taken him, but I knew he was somewhere inside. The doors weren’t

SILASWhy the hell had I agreed to go rogue hunting with Marcus? The answer was painfully obvious. Riley. The bastard knew how to dangle a lure I couldn’t resist, and the idea of being near Riley again—after the way he’d been ignoring me since the last time we’d been together—was too much to pass up. I rubbed a hand over my face and glanced at Ronan, who was tugging on his gloves with a kind of quiet determination. "You ready?" I asked, though I couldn’t understand why he’d decided to tag along. Maybe it was instinct. Maybe it was him trying to figure out his place. Or to protect me. Either way, I wasn’t about to question it. “Yeah. Done.” His voice was clipped, barely louder than the sound of him pulling on a head warmer. I gave a stiff nod, and together we headed out, boots crunching against the snow as we stepped into the pale morning light. The sun hadn’t yet risen, and the bitter cold bit at my skin. Marcus had said he’d meet us at the pack house—a fifteen-minute walk,