Hunter's Edge_A Hunter's World Novel by Shiloh Walker

Author:Shiloh Walker [Walker, Shiloh]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Shiloh Walker, Inc
Published: 2018-01-18T18:30:00+00:00

“What the…”

Kel’s head was spinning. One second he was trying to free his hand, his head full of the scent of blood and his gut churning with the need to get to Angel—

And then he was flat on his ass in a field with silvery moonlight the only illumination. Off in the distance, he could hear the sounds of traffic and through the trees, he saw the headlights of cars and trucks.

Slowly, he sat up, stared around him and tried to figure out where in the hell he was. And how he’d gotten there. The busy interstate in front of him didn’t offer any clues, not from where he was. Nothing around him looked familiar—hell, the air even smelled different then it did in Memphis.

So obviously he wasn’t in Memphis.

Check.

The exact where, and the exact how…? Kel had absolutely no clue to those. He shoved to his feet and turned around. His head—fuck, his head was pounding like a bitch. Muffled and foggy, too, like somebody had slipped him a couple of sleeping pills without his knowledge.

It was cold. Might be spring, but it felt like snow was in the air. The cold, while it didn’t bother him much, was enough to clear the rage from his thoughts even if it didn’t totally dispel the clouds.

He smelled blood and it wasn’t his own. Lowering his gaze, he stared at the K-bar in his hand, stared at the drying blood on it. Drying—not dry. The blood came from Josiah. He’d been fighting with the other Hunter, focused on nothing but getting away, getting to Angel.

The sight of that tacky blood made him aware of a hundred clues that made little sense.

There was blood on him.

He was wearing a jacket that wasn’t his, a pair of boots that weren’t his. The K-bar in his hand wasn’t his and neither was the gun he pulled from his waistband.

Vaguely, he remembered grabbing the gun and knife from a narrow table in the main hallway as he headed for the front door. The shoes had been in the foyer and that was where he’d grabbed the jacket too.

Under the jacket, his upper body was naked.

He hadn’t thought about grabbing a shirt, lacing up the boots, nothing. Angel was pretty much it as far as his thought process went.

But now, with the pain churning in his head, he was excruciatingly aware of some things. Like the fact that he’d used the knife in his hand on a fellow Hunter. Like the fact that he hadn’t been able to stop the feral from hurting Phoebe—how in the hell could he protect Angel?

“Shit.” Bile churned in the back of his throat and he swallowed it down. He slid the K-bar into the sheath at his waist, then pushed the Beretta into his waistband at the small of his back, making sure the jacket covered it. Not that it mattered. Any damn person saw him, they were going to call the cops. Even if the bruises from the scuffle back at the enclave healed before somebody saw him, cops would be called.

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