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Kait Ballenger - Twilight Hunter

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Hunters of the supernatural, the Execution Underground are an elite group tasked with protecting humanity...but what happens when danger collides with desire? Jace McCannon has one loyalty: the Execution Underground. Despite his mixed blood, his hatred for the werewolves he hunts is legendary. But in his search for a sadistic killer, Jace finds himself face to face with a stunningly seductive packmasterand longing for a night with his mortal enemy. Nothing can stop Frankie Amato from defending her kindor catching the rogue responsible for killing women in her territory. For that, this alpha female needs Jaces skills more than she wants to admit. But as their investigation exposes evil truths, need burns into a passion that dare not be fulfilled. For to do so will have deadly consequences for them both

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Twilight Hunter

Execution Underground - 1

by

Kait Ballenger

To my mom, Jessica Schulz,

for believing in me when no one else would

and for always telling me I could achieve my dreams.

Ill love you always, mama.

CHAPTER ONE

JACE MCCANNON PALMED the Mateba and clicked back the guns hammer. The cold grip panels of the modified revolver sat comfortably in his hand. Six silver bullets for a rogue werewolf. Limited shots. But he was feeling lucky.

He gripped the gun with both hands and lowered it to his side, slipping in and out of the shadows. The rank scent of garbage, car exhaust and piss wafted into his nose as he reached the alleyway. Ah, the sweet aroma of Rochesters slums. He ran his tongue over his teeth, jonesing for a cigarette to drown out the smell and steady the adrenaline buzz creeping through his veins. Damn, he wanted to find this son of a bitch.

Resting his back against a brick building, he paused and glanced up. The white moon stared down at the Earth, calling him. Heat prickled beneath his skin.

He wrenched his gaze from the tempting sky and forced himself into the moment. Inhaling deeply, he rushed around the corner and scanned the area, pointing his gun into the darkness. No one. No werewolves, no hobos. Damn, not even the prostitutes were roaming.

Not that he blamed them. Regular killings werent anything to call home abouthappened all the time. But this was different. Innocent women being found with their organs slung around their corpses, Jack-the-Ripper style. The worst part? Jace had no idea where to find the sick fuck responsible, and the thought of the young womens pain sent his blood boiling.

He explored the alley, gun still at the ready and eyes searching for any sign of movement. A rustling noise hissed from around the next corner. Jace held his gun tight and sneaked down the narrow passage toward it. The sound grew louder, and he quickened his pace. When he reached the bend he stopped, listening closely. He threw himself around the corner, gun ready and his finger on the trigger.

A plastic bag caught on a Dumpster swished in the light wind. He cursed under his breath. Maybe he wasnt so lucky tonight. He pushed his fingers through his hair. The cell phone jammed in the pocket of his jeans vibrated. He pulled out the annoying piece of shit and read the screen: David.

He jabbed his thumb into one of the buttons, hoping it was the right one, and shoved the phone to his ear. Yeah?

Meeting in an hour. Davids deep voice rumbled over the line.

Aw, hell. Jace shook his head. Dont toy with me. Ive got business.

Im not shittin you, J. One hour, and you better show or Damons gonna rip my head off. I told him Id get you here.

Jace frowned. He hated being forced to carry a damn cell phone. He didnt enjoy people contacting him whenever they pleased. Its nearly the full moon, David. This is my prime time. You know that.

You dont have to preach to me. Damons the one riding your ass like a Grand Canyon donkey, not me. David paused for a moment. Hes gonna want a report tonight.

Yeah, yeah, I hear ya. Ill have something.

Sure you hear me, and I like to dress up in tutus while my girl spanks me and calls me Big Daddy.

Jace smirked. Hey, if thats what gets you off...

Shut it, David said. Youve gotta report tonight or Damon will go postal. So what are you gonna tell him?

Jace glanced into the empty darkness surrounding him. Same thing I told him last timejack shit. Im not opening my damn mouth until Ive got their packmaster bound and chained, or, preferably, Im carrying his head on a silver platter courtesy of my bare hands.

David let out a frustrated sigh. I thought you said you had something.

I do. Jace lowered his voice. It didnt matter that he was alone; some things he couldnt say aloud if he wanted to keep his sanity. Ive got a scent, and its familiar, so I smell it everywhere. Trailing this monsters stink is about as much fun as shooting myself in the foot.

Its something.

You better believe its something. But what do you expect me to do, David? Tell the whole damn division their werewolf hunter happens to be so good at his job because hes a friggin half-breed?

Silence answered him from the other end of the line. Another rustling sound blew through the alley, but Jace ignored the noise. Look, Ill deal with this, all right? Forget about it. Ill be at the damn meeting with bells on and a smiling face, but let me do it on my own terms.

Yeah, fine. I better see you there or the next time Im around, Ill have a long rope and itll be coming straight for your neck.

Jace huffed. Talk to you later, Big Daddy.

Yeah, you too sugar.

With a small click, the line went dead. Jace shoved the phone in his pocket again. The swishing sound continued, the noise growing. Jace rolled his eyes, ready to ball up the grocery bag and pitch it. He eyed the plastic.

Shit. The wind had stopped. The bag wasnt blowing.

The faint sound of footsteps echoed, and the rustling quieted. Jace lifted his revolver from his side, launching himself down the alley and around the corner. He held his gun tight, prepared to shoot.

Streetlights illuminated what lay in front of him. He stopped midrun and stared at the horror.

He gaped, all his breath escaping in one large rush. Shit.

Blood. There was so much blood. Splattered everywhere. The light from the overhead lamps framed the corpse like spotlights at a play starring an innocent, mutilated victim. The girls head hung crooked, touching her shoulder, mouth open and eyes lifeless. Her features were contorted in a look of pure terror. Her arms lay limp at what had once been her sides, and her legs were spread wide, with her pants and underwear wrapped around one ankle. The middle of her body had ceased to exist, ripped to shreds by what Jace knew were large canine teeth.

Anyone with a weak stomach would have tossed his cookies at first glance. Despite all the crazy shit Jace had seen in his years as a hunter for the Execution Underground, even his gut did a flip. What the hell was wrong with this guy? Guy? No, this killer wasnt a person. This sicko was subhuman, and not because he was a werewolf. This was beyond evil.

Jace fought the urge to punch his fist into the brick wall beside him. His rage overcame him, and the beast inside him longed to emerge. He growled, releasing the tension, and tried to calm himself. He needed to examine the body, and fast. If the police got here, he was screwed six ways to Sunday.

He knelt by the corpse. Bruises marred her forearms and neck. Based on their colors, they had definitely been made pre-mortem. Shed been dead at least thirty minutes. He breathed in, and underneath the overpowering smell of blood, the scent of sex lingered. Shed been raped before her death.

Power. That was what this freak was all aboutpower. He attacked young women, humans in their early twenties, who were no match for his supernatural strength. He preys on victims he knows he can take with ease. Deep down, hes a coward. And from the carnage of his attacks, this wasnt just about stealing womens sex or overpowering them. With this kind of blood display, these attacks were either personal or passionate, and Jace would bet on the second.

A sexual sadist. Anger excitation. It wasnt the sex that got this bastard off. It was the pain of these innocent women. Intestinal damage and blood loss: a slow death, so his victims suffered in front of his eyes. He attacks them as a wolf and violates them in human form as they die. The familiar anger built inside him again.

Jace pulled a pack of Marlboro Reds from his leather trench coat. He slipped one from the box and lit up. The smoke rushed into his lungs, the nicotine calming him instantly. This shit was going to kill him, but most days he didnt care.

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