The Lycan Hunter (The Gardinian World Series) by Kelsey Jordan Read Free Book Online Page B

rebel voice in him that yearned for the impossible by using only logic, not the emotionally insane Tala half of him that yearned for something that should and could never happen.
    Turning his attention back to his task, he checked the bathroom and mini fridge in the bedroom to make sure everything was stocked with necessities before he left for his own room. He needed some sleep before the chime sounded for evening prayers and the following pack meeting. He already knew the meeting would try his patience.
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    Kyran walked down the hall to the center of the compound where everyone gathered. Trying to sleep had only given him time to get agitated about the pint-sized Hunter that kept invading his thoughts, making him restless. Thoughts about the upcoming pack meeting didn’t help ease his rising irritation. He knew there would be concerns, fear s, and outright anger over him bringing a Hunter into their inner sanctum.
    He stood on the rough stone floor before the altar in his bare feet, dressed in only white linen pants. He gazed at the pack and motioned them to kneel. The soldiers – dressed plainly like him – created a barrier around the Harem and children. They gave him a hesitant nod of compliance and folded like the Harem for prayer.
    He began the session with a moment of reverence, a silent few minutes where Lycans focused on finding peace in their being and communing with Narn, their creator.
    “Our Mother, forgive us for we have sinned. Every day we have fallen short of our purpose and your vision of what we should be. May we still have your graces and rise in the morrow to try again to reach our greatness. Forever we praise you, the benevolent Narn.” He closed the prayer to the Goddess of the Wild and followed with a brief prayer acknowledging the other eighteen gods and their contributions to their lives.
    When he finished, he looked out on the sea of white clad Talas and gave a tired sigh.
    “Alright, let ’ s get this over with. Who wants to speak first?” He let his gaze rake over the males before falling to the females and children, thus recognizing their rank.
    “I think we all just want to know why, Mikko. They kill us with no regard, so why would you show her any kindness?”
    Kyran gave an internal laugh. It had taken a member of the Harem to ask him. None of the males, with the exception of Ronan, would even look at him.
    Cowards , he thought.
    “I saved her, because we need information. The rogue came close to our location, and that may be enough for them to know that we live in the area. I need to know what they know in order to protect you. Anything else?”
    A male, originating from the Oconee pack, stood and leveled a barely concealed glare at him. “What will you do with her when you get this information that she isn’t likely to part with easily?”
    “I will release her at the Hunter cabin in Suches.” He smothered a laugh as the male began to sputter a retort. “She won’t know how to get back here.”
    The male glared at Kyran in open defiance. “A Hunter killed my intended mate, and you expect me to be okay with allowing this one to keep her miserable life?”
    “Was it this particular Hunter that killed your mate?”
    “N-no.”
    “While I sympathize with your loss, I can ’ t in good conscience sentence her to death for a crime she didn’t commit.”
    Kyran could kill her just for her existence, but he didn’t suffer the lack of knowledge and understanding that all Hunters did in regards to their true purpose and origins.
    “Well, I’m sure that she is guilty of killing one of our kind. She is a Hunter; therefore, she is guilty.” He stepped around the folded bodies of the Harem and came to stand directly in front of Kyran. “I ’ m sorry, Mikko, but you give me no option but to question where your loyalties reside. It makes me wonder if there should be someone else in charge , someone who wouldn’t find it so tolerable to let our enemies live.”
    Kyran smiled at