Chapter Three- Hunters?
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Cold air drifted through the woods as red and blue police lights flashed against the trees.
Two men stood silently in the darkness, watching from a distance.
Hidden.
Unseen.
The police officers moved carefully around the scene below, their voices low with unease as they loaded a body bag into the back of the vehicle.
Neither of the men spoke immediately.
They simply watched.
The taller one folded his arms slowly.
“They found him faster than expected.”
His voice was calm.
Deep.
The second man kept his eyes fixed on the officers.
" That's the only thing they know how to do"
The taller man’s expression darkened faintly.
“yeah,” he said quietly.
One of the officers slammed the vehicle doors shut.
Even from where they
stood, the scent of silver lingered heavily in the air.
Burning.
Wrong.
The younger man clenched his jaw tightly.
“I still can’t believe he was decapitated.”
Neither could most of their kind.
Silver alone was dangerous enough.
But this?
This was skill.
Cruel precision.
The taller man’s golden eyes narrowed toward the police vehicle.
“This wasn’t done by frightened humans.”
“No.”
“It was a message.”
The police vehicles finally began moving slowly away from the woods.
The two men exchanged
one look before stepping backward into the darkness.
Then they disappeared.
The road ahead was empty except for the police vehicle cutting through the night.
Inside, the officers looked exhausted.
One drove while the other stared uneasily toward the covered body in the rear compartment.
“You really think an animal did that?” the younger officer muttered.
The driver scoffed quietly.
“What else cuts somebody’s head off in the woods?”
The younger officer stayed silent.
Because honestly—
he didn’t know anymore.
The woods had felt wrong.
Too quiet.
Too cold.
Like something had been watching them.
Suddenly—
A figure appeared in the middle of the road.
The driver’s eyes widened
instantly.
“What the hell?!”
He swerved violently.
Tires screamed against the wet road before the vehicle slammed hard into a tree.
Metal twisted loudly.
Glass exploded everywhere.
Silence followed.
Then smoke slowly rose from the wreck.
The younger officer groaned painfully, blood running down the side of his face.
“What… happened…”
The driver hung unconscious against the steering wheel.
Then the officer looked up—
and froze.
A man stood calmly in front of the destroyed vehicle.
Tall.
Still.
Watching.
Another figure emerged silently from the darkness beside him.
Golden eyes reflected faintly beneath the moonlight.
Fear slammed into the
officer instantly.
The taller man walked toward the damaged rear doors slowly.
The officer reached weakly for his gun.
Bad decision.
The second figure moved instantly.
Fast enough to blur.
A hand slammed against the officer’s throat, pinning him violently against the seat.
“Stay still,” the voice warned coldly.
The taller man ripped open
the damaged doors effortlessly.
The scent of silver drifted stronger immediately.
His expression hardened.
Carefully, he lifted the body bag onto his shoulder.
Like reclaiming something stolen.
The terrified officer stared at them.
“What… are you people?”
The second man looked toward him slowly.
Then smiled.
Not human.
Not even close.
“You saw nothing tonight.”
For one horrifying second—
his eyes glowed gold.
Then both men disappeared into the darkness carrying the body with them.
Leaving behind only the wrecked vehicle and silence.
The meeting hall fell silent the moment Alpha Jacob entered.
Every werewolf lowered their heads slightly.
Power followed him naturally.
Cold.
Heavy.
Absolute.
Jacob Blackwood walked toward the center of the hall without hurry, his golden eyes sweeping slowly across the gathered pack members.
Kane stood waiting near the front.
The recovered body rested beneath a black covering near the far wall.
No one looked directly at it.
Jacob finally stopped.
“Report.”
Kane stepped forward immediately.
“Another body recovered near Nashville.”
Low murmurs spread through the hall instantly.
Unease.
Anger.
Fear.
Jacob’s expression remained unreadable.
“How many now?”
“Seven confirmed.”
The atmosphere darkened immediately.
One older werewolf folded his arms tightly.
“This isn’t random anymore.”
“No,” another growled.
“Someone is targeting our kind.”
Jacob remained silent.
Listening.
Watching.
Thinking.
Kane continued carefully.
“The wounds were clean.”
“Silver.”
“And the head was removed.”
Several pack members shifted uncomfortably at that.
Even among werewolves, decapitation meant something.
Skill.
Experience.
Cruelty.
Not panic.
One younger werewolf stepped forward angrily.
“Humans are getting bolder.”
“Not humans,” another replied immediately.
“A human doesn’t move like this.”
“…Hunters.”
A few reactions followed instantly.
A scoff.
A denial.
A growl.
“That’s a myth.”
“They died out.”
“They were wiped out long ago.”
But the word had already entered the room.
And it refused to leave.
Kane looked toward Jacob.
“Could they still exist?”
That question changed everything.
Silence stretched.
Jacob didn’t answer immediately.
His expression stayed controlled.
But his eyes darkened slightly.
Because even he couldn’t dismiss it completely.
Too precise.
Too clean.
Too familiar.
Another werewolf stepped forward.
“If Hunters exist again… why now?”
No one answered.
Because there was no answer.
Only possibility.
And that was worse than certainty.
Jacob finally spoke.
His voice calm.
But heavier than before.
“If Hunters have returned…”
He paused.
The room held its breath.
“…then they will be dealt with.”
A faint growl of approval spread through the hall.
But uncertainty remained underneath it.
Because somewhere out there—
something was killing their kind.
They have had killing before but this time is happening more often and, the killing are precise.
Sharp.
Violent.
One of the younger werewolves stepped forward again.
“We should leave Nashville.”
The room exploded instantly.
“Run?” someone snarled.
“It’s called surviving.”
“And what happens when the hunter follows us there too?”
More growls spread across the hall.
Fear mixed with anger now.
“Enough deaths already.”
“So your solution is hiding?”
“At least I’m thinking instead of waiting to be slaughtered!”
Several werewolves rose from their seats aggressively.
The atmosphere became dangerous fast.
Then—
Jacob lifted one hand slightly.
Instant silence.
Not a single sound followed.
Even the angry growls disappeared immediately.
That was power.
Real power.
Jacob’s eyes moved slowly across the room.
Cold.
Disappointed.
“Fear makes fools of people,” he said calmly.
Nobody dared answer.
Because beneath his calm voice sat something deadly.
Kane folded his arms tightly.
“The police are increasing patrols around Nashville.”
“That changes nothing,” Jacob replied coldly.
One older werewolf frowned.
“If the killings continue, humans will start noticing patterns.”
“They already are,” someone muttered quietly.
Another growl echoed through the room.
Panic was spreading now.
Everyone felt it.
For the first time in years—
their kind was being hunted successfully.
Jacob slowly stepped forward.
The air itself seemed heavier around him now.
His golden eyes darkened slightly.
“We have spent too long reacting.”
Silence filled the hall completely.
“No more.”
The calmness in his voice somehow made it worse.
More dangerous.
“We find whoever is killing our kind.”
No hesitation remained in him anymore.
Only intent.
Only violence.
Kane lowered his head slightly.
“And when we find him?”
Jacob’s expression hardened completely.
“Bring me his head.”
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