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end of a hunter 67

Chapter 67

Vapo — Hunter POV -The End of a Hunter

Today was the day. I could feel it deep in my bones.

They had given me three days—three days to find her and end her. If I failed, they would take my gun, strip me of my title. I would no longer be a hunter. And a hunter without his weapon was nothing.

I knew where her pack trained. I had been watching her for weeks.

Every morning, five a.m. sharp.

That was my window.

I climbed into a tree near the training grounds before dawn, my movements careful, practiced. I loaded my gun and settled against a thick branch, slowing my breathing. I had to do this. I needed to do this.

She usually came out with a few others. Never alone. Still, I hoped—just once—she’d step out by herself.

But today was no different.

Right at five o’clock, she appeared with several pack members. They warmed up first, running laps. One… two… three… hell, I stopped counting. The laps got longer every day, faster too. Stronger.

When they finally finished, they moved onto the training field.

My heart started pounding.

This was it.

I c****d my gun and leaned into the branch, making sure not a single sound escaped. Birds flew overhead. Deer and smaller animals moved through the forest, hunting for their breakfast. The trees shifted slightly—squirrels, birds, maybe a hawk or an eagle scanning for prey.

I didn’t care.

All I cared about was my target.

They stopped in the middle of the field and began training. My finger tightened on the trigger. I lined up the shot.

And fired.

The bullet missed.

“What the—”

Something slammed into me from the side. The branch cracked beneath my weight.

What the hell was happening?

I tried to aim again—but suddenly I was ripped from the tree.

I hit the ground hard, the air knocked from my lungs. Pain exploded through my body.

Before I could move, I was surrounded.

Werewolves.

I reached for my sword. It wasn’t there.

“Where the hell—” Panic surged through me.

Two massive men grabbed me, dragging me across the ground and deeper onto their land. I fought, kicking, swinging, landing hits—but it was useless. They didn’t even flinch.

They tossed me down like I weighed nothing.

I looked up.

She stood there.

Up close, she was… beautiful. Powerful. Nothing like the stories they told us.

And yet—she wasn’t one of us.

I scrambled to my feet and tried to run.

Pain exploded again as I was slammed back to the ground.

I coughed, tasting blood.

This was wrong.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to end.

She stepped closer, her eyes locked onto mine—calm, cold, unafraid.

“You should’ve stayed out of our territory,” she said quietly.

I finally understood.

I wasn’t a hunter anymore.

I was the prey.

And this—

This was the end of a hunter

“Listen, if you let me go, I won’t come back,” I pleaded. “I’ll tell them I couldn’t find you—that you were gone. Just let me go, and you’ll never see me again.”

Was she buying it?

My fingers brushed the dagger hidden inside my coat. I waited until she stepped closer. The moment she did, I swung.

The blade nicked her side.

She growled, a low, vicious sound, and grabbed me by the hair, yanking my head back. Before I could react, she sank her canines into my arm. I screamed as white-hot pain tore through me.

“WHAT THE f**k ARE YOU DOING?” I shouted. “YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME! GET YOUR NASTY f*****g TEETH OUT OF ME! LET GO OF ME, YOU NASTY DOG!”

She released my arm—only to bite me again.

I screamed even louder, my vision blurring. I was going to pass out.

No. No, no, no. I couldn’t pass out here.

“Just kill me,” I begged through the pain. “Please—don’t let me black out. Just kill me.” She laughed and turned to the others.

“Throw him in the middle of the woods,” she said calmly. “Let the animals take care of him.”

“No, please!” I cried. “You can’t do this. You wouldn’t do this if I were one of your own!”

“Oh, but we would,” she replied coldly. “If someone betrays the pack, they’re sentenced to death—or banished. And since you’re not one of us, off you go.”

She stepped closer, her eyes burning into mine.

“Let this be a lesson. Tell your friends to leave me alone. I’m trying to live peacefully with my pack.”

“I swear,” I snarled, rage overpowering the fear, “I’ll come back—and I’ll kill every single one of you.”

Two massive, steroid-built men grabbed me by my arms and legs. I kicked and fought as they dragged me toward the woods. With one brutal motion, they hurled me through the air.

I flew deeper into the forest and slammed headfirst into the ground.

Everything went black.

I don’t know how long I was out. When I finally opened my eyes, it was dark.

Shit.

I had to get out of here. The kind of werewolves that came out at night weren’t pack hunters—they were feral, vicious, and fought over food just for sport. I didn’t want to be anywhere near that.

By the time dawn broke, I staggered back to the house, bloodied and barely standing. I slammed the door open—

“Go ahead, man. Do what you need to do. When this heals, I don’t care what it takes—she will go down. I swear on me being a hunter, she will go down.”

They grabbed the ice and handed me a bottle of vodka. I drank it down, hoping it would dull the pain when they cut into my arm. Nate walked over with a sterile knife in his hand, the blade glowing red from the fire in the fireplace.

“Man, this is gonna burn like a motherfucker. Drink the rest of that bottle. On the count of three, I’ll cut the wound.”

Shit. s**t. s**t.

I yanked the cork back out and chugged what was left, but he didn’t even give me time to brace myself. Ray and Lar rushed over, holding me down. Then Nate came in with the knife—the blade looked like it was on fire.

The second I felt the heat, I screamed.

I thrashed, tried to bite them, but they held me tight while Nate sliced through the bite marks on my arm. It felt like my arm was burning alive. I screamed in pain and kicked the coffee table clear across the room. He cut again, right through the wound, and more blood poured out.

Finally, he was done.

“Just let it drain for a few minutes, Vapo,” Nate said. “Let the poison bleed out. You’re gonna be okay, man.”

After a few minutes, they stitched my arm up and wrapped it tight to stop the bleeding. In my hundred years as a hunter, I had never been bitten before.

That s**t hurts.

“Alright,” Ray said. “Go to your room and get some sleep for a day or two. I’ll give you more than three days this time. When you wake up, you’ll have two months to get her. You earned the right to bring her down.”

I nodded. I was exhausted—from running half the night, from the cutting, and from the vodka burning through my veins. I could barely stand. They had to help me to my room.