Favourite hunted quotes

“To not be afraid, all you have to do is pretend. After a while, you’ll forget you’re pretending, and just like that you are a new person But even if you forget, always remember the cause of your fear so that one day, when you are stronger and your fear is gone, you can come back and destroy what caused it to begin with” **hunted, Jason**

Although it was not yet fully night, the moon greeted the world like a long lost lover, a little too eager and much too happy to see the day’s reluctant farewell. **Hunted, Hope**

It was said the same way you would explain to a child seeing the dark for the first time that no matter how it seemed, the sun would always rise again tomorrow **hunted, Hope**

our kind made the mistake of thinking fear equaled weakness. But fear was imperative to life, to living. The day I woke up utterly without fear would be the day I had lost everything, for it would mean I either had nothing left to lose or that I stopped caring about the consequences of my actions. **Hunted, Ash**

Of course, my self-loathing brother would not see it that way. He would have been tormented by his perceived failure, torturing himself with all the ways he might lose her should he fail again—to protect her, to hunt down those responsible for putting nightmares in her eyes. Whatever Hope thought she had seen on his face would have been nothing more than a reflection of his feelings for himself. **hunted, Ash**

For a moment in time, all of the heavy responsibilities that weighed me down felt somehow lighter. The ever-present hollowness in my gut filled with her light. Her energy. The very essence that was Hope.Hope. What a fitting name. I closed my eyes and looked inward; to the burnt pile of ashes that was the man I used to be. There, buried under the crumbled coals, I noticed something new. A tiny, green plant sprouting up from the charred wasteland, reaching for the sky. It was terrifying. Opening my heart meant risking everything I had built. It meant putting everyone’s lives in danger. **hunted, Ash**

If I dared to take the bird with the broken wings as my mate and someone tried to take her from me I would unleash my beast upon the world and break the promise I had made on that fateful day I became the monster my mother’s people had accused me of being. And this time, there would be no coming back. **hunted, Ash**

I watched her trembling hands tighten into fists and admiration swelled she shook and yet she did not back down fear would not conquer her now not when she was rising to the defence of another she felt it  yes but it did not rule her. **hunted, Ash**

The open, star-kissed sky that could never be contained or imprisoned. Would always be free. **Hunted, Hope**

Hope didn’t need my anger. She needed support. Comfort. All the tender shit no one had taught me. And I wanted to learn. For her. **Hunted, Jason**

At some point in your life, if you are lucky, you might meet someone who touches a part of you you had thought long dead. A part no other has been able to see, let alone reach. It could take you completely by surprise and be someone you would never expect, or it could be a person who buries under your skin in such a gradual way you do not notice until it is too late.” His gaze grew sharper. Assessing. “If you meet someone like that, what does it matter if you have to share her? If the thought of losing this person is as appalling as the thought of losing a limb, you would do anything to keep her. Anything . . . as long as it meant you would be a part of her life. **hunted, Ash**

Listen to your instincts, yes. Feel them and the emotion they brought forth, yes. Process and learn, but never let them rule  Despite that knowledge, I had to fight for control, fight against the feral nature of my beast as it clawed to get out, to destroy. And all in response to my own, wild emotions **hunted, Ash**

The ironic twist to his mouth, the darkness he almost succeeded in hiding behind charming smiles and playful banter. And the mocking glimmer in his eyes that was never directed at anyone but himself. Or was it just my imagination?  I hoped it was. If not, Jason could be in the kind of pain that left your soul dragging behind you; too tired to lift its feet and too numb to care about the wounds it collected along the way. **hunted, Hope**

No sound could be heard over the deep, growling thunder echoing through Ruarc’s broad chest. A song of power, of hunger, of need, it silenced all else, as though every creature felt the need to quiet down and listen to the powerful display of the male in front of me. **hunted, Hope**

Hope carried her scars for all the world to see—the way she agonized over the smallest choice, the way she cringed at loud noises, the way she often made herself look small, as if she could disappear, become invisible if only she could curl her shoulders just so—and yet no sharp edges stood ready to cut the hands that reached for her, no bitter words left her tongue when provoked, no malice lay in wait beneath her kindness. **hunted, Jason**

How did some people come through horrors coated with kindness and compassion, while others became tainted by it? **hunted, Jason**

A pure heart beat in her chest. A bright soul shone in eyes that revealed deep emotions and too many nightmares. She cared for others, maybe too much, and not enough for herself. Next to her I was a brute, a savage, a giant, scarred male that spoke too little and snarled too much. And yet she’d held my hand, uncaring of their rough calluses and ugly scars. She’d let me hold her without stinking of fear, and instead of pity or disgust, understanding flashed across her expressive, heart-shaped face when she stared at the disfiguring scar twisting up my jaw and pulling at my lip. **hunted, Ruarc**