Once a month, the Hunt begins ... Hartley and his sister are cervidae, human in form with deer-like features. They're coming home from a late movie and only have a few moments before midnight strikes. When the Hunt starts. Hartley knows he's tempting fate and urges Giselle to run. Almost silent in the darkness, a pair of felidae -- half-human, half-lion -- stalk their prey. The lioness, Leanna, chases after Hartley, closing in for the kill, while her cousin Tau races behind her, eager to catch the buck first. But something more than bloodlust runs through his veins tonight. He's hungry for Hartley, yes, but Tau desires him for more than just a quick meal. He wants to claim the buck as his own. Can the shadowed alleys of downtown Richmond hide this forbidden animal attraction?

Hunted

her ground—he knew that much. Her companion edged back, wary, but


didn’t go far. The lion waited. Hartley held his breath, every


nerve throbbing, aroused though he knew he shouldn’t have been. He


wanted to scream, to run, to do something to spook someone


into action, but he didn’t dare draw attention to himself. He


her aside carelessly. She let out a wounded yip!as she


struck the street. When her companion attacked, all fur and fangs,


he sank his teeth into her forearm and bit down, hard. Hartley


heard bone crunch and turned away. Already on the ground, he buried


his head in his arms and pressed his face to the sweet grass, which


smelled of late spring onions and marigolds. He winced at every


yip, every yelp, every growl and bark and mewl. His groin pounded


fiercely, beating in time with the blood surging through his ears,


the heart stuttering in his chest. Please, he prayed as he


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