All Chapters of Hunted: Chapter 61 - Chapter 69

RILEYThe sun hadn’t even thought about rising when we were moving again, and just like yesterday, the tension hung between us like a loaded gun waiting for someone to pull the trigger. “I can’t smell anything. Are you sure this isn’t a dead lead?” Ronan’s voice cut through the quiet, low and gravelly, and it was the first time I’d heard him talk since we started the hunt. I bit the inside of my cheek because he wasn’t wrong. There was nothing. Just the faint scent of fox and deer buried under layers of snow, and even the occasional wild wolf wasn’t enough to set me on edge. If the rogues had passed through here, we would’ve known. Their foul stench should’ve been clinging to every frozen surface, lingering in the air like a warning. But there was nothing. “Two pack members were hit. They saw them,” Marcus said, his words clipped as he pushed forward, his shoulders tense and I could tell even he was feeling frustrated already. The snow only got deeper, more unforgiving, but he d

RILEYThe scream ripped from my throat before I could stop it, the sound tearing through the cold air. The wolf lunged toward me in a blur of brow fur.I’d been too focused on Silas—on checking to make sure he wasn’t hurt—to notice the other wolf stalking me.It came fast, too fast, and I barely managed to jump to the side in time. My boots sank into the snow, the ground dragging me down. I cursed as I stumbled back, a sharp pain shot through my ribs when I hit the frozen earth.Before I could recover, it charged again. But this time, I was ready. My claws shot out, deadly, and a low, guttural growl rolled from my chest as the wolf leapt at me. From where I lay, I thrust my arm upward, slamming my clawed hand into its neck. Warm blood spilled over my fingers, staining me and the snow red as the massive creature collapsed beside me.“Fuck,” I muttered, rolling its heavy body off me with a groan. My chest heaved as I laid flat on my back, the icy cold seeping through my clothes.For a m

SILAS“Talk,” Marcus growled, his voice low and sharp. I stayed where I was, leaning back in my seat in a tree, arms folded as I kept my glare locked on the man tied to the tree. “I’d be dead either way,” the man said with a twisted grin, blood smearing his teeth. His words only seemed to irritate Marcus further. Marcus crouched, his massive frame closing the distance between them until their faces were inches apart. “You will m be dead either way if you don’t talk,” he said, his voice dropping to a lethal whisper. “And it’ll be the worst fucking way imaginable.” His hand shot out, gripping the man’s hair, yanking his head back hard enough to make him wince. “Why the fuck are you in my mountains? Why are you attacking us?” The man hesitated, his eyes darting between us like a cornered animal, before a weary sigh escaped his lips. “We were looking for you,” he said. The words had my entire body locking up. My muscles tensed as I straightened in my seat, my attention fully focus

SILASThe full moon hung high in the sky, bathing the forest in silver light. Tonight was the pack run, and while everyone else seemed eager, all I could think about was Ronan. Since I’d found him, he’d been calm to the point of indifference—aloof, even—but lately, cracks had started to show. When I asked him if something was wrong, he’d brush it off with a curt *I’m fine,* but I wasn’t so sure. “Silas,” Riley’s voice cut through the hum of chatter. He pushed past the gathered wolves,m until he stopped in front of me. I straightened, pushing off the tree I’d been leaning against. “Where’s Ronan?” Riley asked, glancing around the clearing. I clenched my jaw, feeling slightly frustrated. I’d asked him over and over to join the run, but his answer never changed. No. He hated how he looked when he shifted, and no matter what I said, he wouldn’t budge. Eventually, I’d had to respect his decision. I clenched my jaw and shook my head. “He’s not coming,” I said, trying to keep my

SILAS“Do you think he’s coming?” Ronan asked as I paced back and forth across the living room.“He’ll come,” I muttered for what had to be the hundredth time.Two days. It had been two days since Riley’s heat had passed, and we finally left the house to find Ronan missing. His scent lingered faintly in the pack’s territory, but I’d scoured every inch, every crack, every shadow, and there was no sign of him.And that was when the worry began to creep in.I couldn’t stop thinking about Liam—about how I’d caught him watching us that night. About the way he watched me. I’d wanted to prove him wrong, show him I didn’t need him or his mate bond. Not when I had Riley.But now, regret curled in my gut. What if I’d pushed him too far? What if my pettiness, my anger, had driven him to do something to hurt me? What if he had hurt Ronan?The sound of footsteps on the porch dragged me out of my thoughts. I rushed to the door and yanked it open, relief flooding me for a split second when I saw Ron