The Red Huntress by Stacey Marie Brown

Author:Stacey Marie Brown
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: anthology, fantasy, short story, werewolves, shapeshifters, novella, fairytale, retelling, red riding hood, hunter romance
Publisher: Stacey Marie Brown

Chapter 6

Riley

Kicking off my heels, I felt the cool grass damp with moisture crushing under my toes, making me feel alive as energy curled under me.

“This evening just got vastly more interesting.” Grayson whipped around, a hungry smile parting his mouth as he lowered himself, ready for me to strike. “Want to avenge your parents? Come get me, little huntress.”

“Little?” I smirked, countering his steps, circling each other. “I love when men underestimate me.”

His voracious grin widened. “Good thing I am not really a man then.”

He leaped for me, his movements quicker than I expected. Whirling away, I felt nails claw across my arm, the skin tearing open, shooting pain up my nerves. My body dropped low as his arm swung out for me, nicking the top of my head. My leg rammed out, smashing against his shin right below his knee.

He stumbled back with a growl as I sprang up, my dagger angled for his stomach. He tipped to the side, spinning around until he was almost behind me, his arms circling me. With a cry, my body was tossed into the air, colliding painfully with the ground, rolling off the lawn onto the gravel. The dagger slid across the path, hitting a rock at the edge of the bluff, out of my reach. The crashing of waves only a few feet from my head sprayed water over the top of the cliff, misting my skin. The space was deceiving, the fog hiding places that dropped off down a sheer precipice.

He darted for me. Waiting until the last moment, I kicked out, my foot striking his crotch with force. A roar dropped him to the ground and I jumped up, my fist rolling up, knocking into his windpipe. Grayson fell to the side gasping for air, his hand still on his groin. Where men might overpower us with height or muscle mass, they had a weakness which could drop any human or Sup, instantly. I hated when people said “get some balls” in equivalence to “get tougher.” Really? That’s what you think is stronger? Are you kidding? Balls were so fragile. Weak. Simply a squeeze and you had them crying and begging for mercy.

I quickly moved for the dagger.

“You like playing dirty, Red?” Grayson’s nose wrinkled in a deep snarl, his bone structure altering, the wolf dancing very close to his skin, claws growing from his hands. “Just how I like it. Dirty and penetrating.” He lunged for my legs. Twisting, I vaulted to the side, but one arm caught me, wrapping around my ankle as he yanked me forward. My spine hit the gravel, my head slamming back, tearing the air from my lungs, robbing my body of movement.

Get up, Riley! I screamed, hearing him rise, prowling for me.

Grunting, I rolled up, blocking his hands from reaching me. I wrapped my fingers around his elbows, and a yell tore from my throat. Using all my body weight and legs, I flung him over my head, his bones cracking as he struck the ground with a surprised huff.

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