Rogue Hunter (The Forest Hood #2) Read Online Eryn Brooks, Lela Grayce

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: The Forest Hood Series by Eryn Brooks

Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44214 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)

Milky white ghosts form a fog around Arrow’s every step as she tries to come to grips with her father’s death by the same woman who orchestrated her mother’s death. She begins to crawl out with the help of those around her, only to realize they are looking for her to lead them.
The Iceland’s are as barren and cold as the stories portray them to be. Will the search for sanctuary prove to be too much, or will the rogues who roam wild without an alpha or pack be a far greater threat than anybody could have anticipated?
When it is noticed that Rekker is following the Greenwood and captures someone close to Arrow, revenge boils her blood.
As hard truths come to light, bringing more questions, Arrow’s trust in Einri is threatened. As if that’s not enough, the King of Brural reaches out wanting to form an alliance against Asena but Arrow is suspicious.
Can Einri and Arrow overcome their trust issues and form an alliance for the betterment of the Greenwood?


They followed me everywhere.

Milky and terrible, they hounded my steps, drowning everything else out. My feet walked on, uncaring where they took me. The hands that guided me would take care of the destination. I couldn't care less.

Even through the fog, I couldn't escape them, couldn’t shake their presence. Those cloudy, sightless eyes that would forever haunt me. Forever a reminder.

I’m a failure.

There was no chance of rescue, no hope of a hero. Heroes no longer existed.

The fog grew thicker as the words echoed like a gong in my head, the only thing that was clear to me. I could hardly believe I once thought I could be a hero, could save everyone. I couldn’t even save myself.

Through my morose thoughts, I was dimly aware of a bowl being placed into my hands, and muffled voices encouraging me to eat. Mechanically, I brought the spoon to my lips, not even tasting its contents. My actions had become merely routine, and I hardly felt I was in control of my body. Life was a fog.

I couldn’t bring myself to care anymore.

He was gone. My father, my brave father, was gone. I was continuously reliving the moment I had seen his severed head and his misty eyes haunted my living nightmare.

A warm blanket was wrapped around me as I was encouraged to lay down, but a dull voice in the back of my head screamed against sleeping. That’s when the nightmares became truly terrible. Yet, I didn’t have the strength to fight as sleep pulled me into its murky embrace.

I blinked my eyes, the last clinging wisps of my dreams fading away in the light of day. Memories of my nightmares floated through my consciousness like a dandelion in the wind, and a chill crept up my spine at the images. I slowly sat up, unsure through the fog. I pulled the blanket closer around my shoulders to ward off the chill at my back and tried to ignore the terrible eyes staring at me.

"Alright, girl. I've given you a week to get out of your funk, out of respect for your father. But now we're coming up on dangerous territory, and you need to snap out of it.”

I followed the voice and noticed Epione sitting beside me. I wonder when she got here.

"Now I know you've been through a trauma and your brain is still trying to make sense of it, but we need you. Will needs you.”

I felt a flutter at her words, but I still couldn't find the energy to move, to care. How could I help them if I couldn't even help my father? My father - I am an orphan now. At that realization, it seemed like Epione drifted a way off and I was floating above her. Her words couldn't reach me anymore.

"We've tried this before, Epione, it hasn't worked." I heard the gruff words, and the voice seemed to prick something inside of me, and I felt more than saw a flash of silver. Mild curiosity brought me down far enough to hear his next words. “We need Will to get across to her, but his mind is in too delicate a place to risk it. One false move and I’m afraid his mind will splinter.”

A tidal wave of fear almost drowned me under its depths, and the fog around me seemed to thicken until I could hear no more.

I felt the vague sense that I was walking and tuned in to the warm hands holding my arm, leading me. Actually, the hand was very warm, almost hot. I tried to pull away, and the hand simply let go.

“Arrow?” That voice seemed to float at my shoulder, and I turned to look at it. Can voices float? A flash of silver peaked through the fog, and I stared, mesmerized. Silver was one of my favorite colors. It reminded me of winter and melting snow. The promise of spring, of new life, not yet realized. “Arrow, can you hear me?”