The Primal Hunter 9 (The Primal Hunter #9)

by Zogarth

"Are these your party members?" Jake asked as he opened his mouth for the first time, purposefully masking his voice with mana. Ell’Hakan turned and looked at Jake, and the eyes of all the onlookers gathered on him. A lot of eyes at this point, with many also observing from far away. Jake felt the Chosen’s annoyance at being addressed by a mere follower of the Sword Saint, but Ell’Hakan didn’t show it. Who did show it were all the supporters around him, who sneered at Jake daring to ask. "They are indeed. Why do you ask?" Ell’Hakan’s tone was neutral despite how annoyed he felt. "Curiosity that has now been sated," Jake said in a curt tone. Ell’Hakan frowned deeply now. Jake didn’t need his intuition to tell him the Chosen was thoroughly using his Bloodline to try and understand why Jake suddenly had a change in demeanor. Sadly for him… it was too late. "I am starting to believe there is more to you than meets the eye, masked friend of the Sword Saint," Ell’Hakan said, clearly trying to reclaim control of the conversation and have the last word. "However, as I said, I cannot delay here much longer, and I will⁠—" "The answer is no." Jake released the grip upon his heart and allowed it to thump to life once more. Jake’s aura flared out as he let it all go, including his presence. The robe covering his body was shredded, revealing his true form. His yellow eyes drilled into the genuinely surprised Ell’Hakan, who stared at Jake with wide-open eyes. “How dare you stand there an...