Hunted (Pack of Dawn and Destiny, #1)

by K.M. Shea

“All I need to make you happy is daggers, is it? I’ll stow that tip away.”

I need a hobby besides playing with our hunter. But there’s nothing else that’s nearly as entertaining.

It’s so aggravating that he seems to find whatever I do funny, while I find most everything he does annoying!

I didn’t know if he just liked to test me to see if one day he’d be able to get me, or if he just liked to use me as the wolf equivalent of a squeaky toy to relieve stress, but he’d been battering me with his powers since the month we met.

While Pip detested my human presence—ironic, considering I had been brought to Timber Ridge because of her, even if she didn’t know it—she was much more tolerant of my wolf form. I was pretty sure it was because of my eye-catching white pelt, but I’d used any advantage I had when it came to the obstinate hunter.

I frowned down at my book, slightly disturbed by the realization I’d just had. I am such a sucker when Greyson is in his gorgeous wolf form, I concluded. And I think he might have figured that out.

Greyson glanced at me out of the corner of his eye. “Let me guess, you feel a kinship to prey animals?” he muttered to me.

“I’ll be fine,” Queen Leila said. “It’s fifteen minutes—what could happen?” Chase flattened his lips. “With you? A lot.”

cameo

“I never pegged you as being petty.” “It’s not seemly in an Alpha,” Greyson acknowledged. “It’s why I encourage it in my Pack instead.”

if I could have a hobby, it would be doing nothing.

Same Pip, same

I aspire to one day be lazy. That day will probably come when all wolves I know are old and geriatric. So I’ll probably die first.)

“Is this where I’m supposed to gasp and start crying from the betrayal and emotional trauma?” I asked. “Because I’d like to skip that. I’m not a pretty crier.”

Greyson narrowed his gold eyes at me. “You’re not fighting, Lady Hunter.” “Why not?” “Because you were shot with a crossbow?” “Pft, that was, like, five minutes ago.