Jonas and Hugh sat side by side on the couches in their dorm. Their shoulders slumped against each other, and their hands occasionally brushing. It was the theme for the last couple of weeks. Slight touches, brushing of hands, and lingering gazes.

They wanted to go out and do something fun today and celebrate their Friday, but the Kings wanted to have a meeting, so they kicked Travis and Jaiden out of the dorm and made them go to the mall.

Rodgers was pacing nervously. "We have heard of reports that St. Vincent's students are prowling and getting restless. They have been threatening other schools as well. Saying shit like 'looking for prey'."

As Rodgers was describing what he was seeing, the resting and lazy Jonas sat up straight and trembled a little. Hugh placed a hand on his arm and gave him a questioning look.

"Prey?" Jonas said with a low growl.

Rodgers nodded. "That's what we have heard. They are following students from other school, learning their schedules. And then people have spotted their fancy cars driving around town like they are searching for a location."

Hugh let out an angry breath. "So it's that time again."

Millan growled. "Those bastards."

"We were lucky last year, but they hold grudges so I wonder for how long we can keep that luck running." Sam said and rubbed his eyes. "I hate how this night is so random and we can never prepare."

Jonas shivered because he knew exactly what St. Vincent's was doing. "Those motherfuckers promised." His voice was low, but shook with his anger. "The Hunt was called off indefinitely."

Rodgers froze. "Hunt? Is that what they call it?"

Jonas didn't answer him and pulled out his phone. He downloaded an old forum application. He hadn't used it in a long time because it was a special chat for the Elite of St. Vincent's. He prayed that they were lazy and never removed him from the group. He got the sign in screen and typed in his log in:

Username: JoeySpenc_Elite

He got the validation screen and he was suddenly in a large forum filled with pretentious and haughty teens. Jonas grit his teeth looking at the familiar names. The audacity they had to be living freely and happily while planning a night that will be disastrous for others.

The 'Hunt' was cruel. St. Vincent's Elites would kidnap someone from another school, their Prey, and take them to a hiding place. Then they would challenge the kid's school to find the Prey before sun up.

But it wasn't a simple game of hide and go seek. The ones searching for the Prey would be ruthlessly attacked by St. Vincent students. Too many kids had to be sent to the hospital because St. Vincent's relentless and cruel.

The kids who are kidnapped get it the worst though. They would be beaten and humiliated throughout the night. And if they were not found, St. Vincent's would tie their broken and abused body to the school's flagpole.

It was a sick game that they were able to get away with because of 'daddy's money'.

It was a horrible tradition that he shamefully was looking forward to when he was younger. He didn't understand how horrible it truly was at that time. Like many Elites, he was ignorant of the consequences of his actions.

Rodgers was standing in front of Jonas with clenched fists. He could see the screen in his hand and the St. Vincent's crest. He ripped the phone out of Jonas's hands. "What the fuck, Jo?"

He pulled Jonas up from the couch and slammed his fist against Jonas' face. Jonas stumbled a moment, but did not retaliate or say anything. He knew how bad it looked when he pulled up the application. No one but Hugh knew he was from St. Vincent's.

Hugh jumped up and pushed. "Back off Rodgers."

"Why they hell does he have the login to a St. Vincent's Elite only page!" He held up the phone.

Sam and Millan jumped up and gave Jonas a skeptical look. Jonas growled and snatched the phone out of his hands. "Because I was a fucking Elite."

Hugh sighed and placed a hand on Jonas' shoulder, hoping to calm him down.

The three Kings backed away from Jonas like he was toxic, "Hugh, did you know?"

Hugh nodded. "I do. And I trust him."

Sam looked a little uncomfortable. "This is a lot to take in. We have history with St. Vincent's, especially when it comes to this hunt thing."

Rodgers was still angry. "Were you one of the people on the hunt last year?"

Jonas flinched a little thinking about the last year's hunt. "Elite Juniors and Seniors are the only ones who are allowed to participate on the Hunt. As an Elite I was invited."

"How nice to be so graciously invited to the Hunt last year, you fucking Elite." Rodgers said with thick sarcasm.

"I was unofficially uninvited so I didn't participate."

"Am I supposed to be relieved to hear that? You would have gone, though, if you weren't uninvited?" Rodgers seethed.

Jonas' face turned cold. "What do you want me to say, Rodgers? It was expected that I go. So yes, I was going to be a part of that sick game. Joey Spencer, the motherfucking Elite, was going to hunt... And it fucking guts me every time I think about it."

"Don't act self righteous, you motherfucker. You're just like them." Rodgers spit in his face. Sam and Millan were flustered and stayed to the side. They couldn't believe their friend would be an Elite and someone who would participate in the hunt.

Jonas let out a cold laugh, making them all shiver. "I was. I was exactly like them."

His voice lowered so only Hugh was able to hear him. "And look at how far it got me."

As a sophomore, he was bragging how he got the invite to the Hunt for his Junior year to his father. It was always about pleasing his father. He had to do well and be the top Elite. He needed to be invited to and participate in all of the Elite events, otherwise his brother might pay the price. He had no other choice but to put on the Golden Boy Elite act to appease the old man. He built a fragile house of cards, and in the end, it tumbled to the ground.

Rodgers looked at him and kept muttering the name Jonas revealed. Joey Spencer.

"Dammit, I know who you are. I used to see you with your bullshit friends. The golden boy track twat, looking down on us. You fucking played us!" Rodgers roared.

Hugh's grit his teeth in anger. "You don't know what you're talk about, Rodgers. I recommend you calm down." His voice was low and cause the others to stiffen. They hadn't Hugh speak so venomously like this for a while.

"Stay out of it, Hugh. I'm talking to Joey." Rodgers bit back his fear of Hugh and refused to back down.

His glare focused on Jonas. "You have been protecting your precious Elites this entire time! You could have entered that forum all year and found out about this Hunt. You could have warned us but you didn't! Don't you know that these hunts hurt people! They are dangerous and horrible! But you endorsed that!"

Hearing the name 'Joey' made Jonas sick and he fought the urge to vomit. But when he heard the rest, Jonas snapped and the anger he had restrained for a long time finally boiled over. His entire demeanor darkened like he was a feral beast ready to attack. It was a look no one from Hawkings had seen before. It was like he was dead inside and had no qualms in tearing your to pieces. He was the Wolf.

"Let me get this through your goddamn head, Rodgers; I do not fucking endorse this Hunt. You may hate it, but it can never reached the the same level of loathing I hold for it. You can't fathom my enmity for this event. I put everything on the line to end it. It was supposed to be canceled!"

Jonas grabbed the end table next to him and with one arm picked it up and threw it across the room, causing it to crack and break apart against the wall. "Those lying sacks of shit!"

Hugh grabbed his shoulders and tried to rub his arms but surprisingly, Jonas pushed away his hands. Hugh tried to hide the hurt in his eyes. "Jo, you have to understand why Rodgers is so angry. They targeted Travis last year. They tried to take him, but we were lucky enough to be there and stop it."

Rodgers snorted. "And YOU would have been a part of it."

Jonas nodded, the anger suddenly draining him and he seemed lifeless. He let out a cold hollow laugh. "I would have. I would have tried to take Travis. And if we didn't succeed, I would have been there for the next prey. I would have been a part of... that."

Rodgers scoffed. "Prey. Yeah, you would have gone after some poor innocent schmuck and hurt him so you can feel big. So you can feel validated. In the end, you wouldn't even have the decency of remembering his name."

Jonas let out a laugh but it came out sounding like a sob. It was enough to stop all of them in their tracks and give Jonas a conflicted look. "His name was Brett Miller."

Hugh shook and whispered a small "No." He rounded on Rodgers and punched him, making him fall back on the coffee table.

"Hugh!" Sam called out, but Hugh sidestepped him and lunged towards Jonas. He wrapped one arm around his shoulders, pulling him into an embrace, while the other hand was placed behind his head, gently stroking his hair.

"Jo, I am so sorry. We didn't understand. I am so sorry" He was shaking as he was holding Jonas who became despondent.

Hugh turned his head to Rodgers. "We're Kings! You cannot just lash out with your assumptions! You have no goddamn idea what you're talking about!"

Millan stepped forward and placed a hand on Hugh's and Jonas' shoulder. "We are missing a piece of the story. Help us understand. How do you know who Brett Miller is?"

Hugh led Jonas to sit down, keeping his eyes on Jonas the whole time. Jonas collapsed on the couch, his head in his hands.

"We visit Brett every Wednesday morning... We leave flowers at his grave." Hugh's voice was low and had a small tremble. Silence fell in the room, as if all the air had been sucked out.

"It was the hunt that killed him in the end." Jonas said with a raspy sigh.

Rodgers fell back in the chair, completely deflated. "Shit."

Jonas was still hunched forward. "I know you don't trust me, and I get why. I will tell you everything I can, but I am begging you to please help me stop this year's Hunt. I couldn't last year... I couldn't get out... Please..."

Hugh shuddered, hearing that phrase again. Get out. Let me out.

He pushed the thought of his mind for the moment. "Jo cut St. Vincent's off completely. He didn't know they were having the hunt or he would have said something."

Hugh paused for a moment, glaring at the other Kings. "So if you decide to sit back and do nothing because you're petty bastards, then do that. Jo and I will take on that whole fucking school on our own then."

Millan shook his head. "Jo's actions has proved he's a Hawkings King, not a St. Vincent's Elite. I'm fighting too."

Sam nodded. "Count me in." He slapped Rodgers shoulder. "We're all idiots who are quick to anger but we trust you, Jo. We'll stop this."

Rodgers sighed and approached Jonas again and pulled him up by the shirt, which made Hugh growl. Rodgers pulled him in a hug. "I'm a bastard. I'm so sorry Jo."

Hugh had a scowl on his face but he contained any harsh words that were resting at the tip of his tongue.

Millan smiled and jumped into the hug, and then Sam. Hugh groaned and wrapped his arms around the other Kings. "We look like idiots, you do realize that."

"Yeah, but if anything says anything, we'll beat their ass." Sam said with a smirk.

Jonas let out a small genuine laugh, which made all the boys freeze.

"What the hell was that?" Sam asked. They all heard the creepy and mocking laughs from Jonas, but never a genuine laugh.

"Hugh wasn't lying? Jo laughs?" Millan said, taking a step back and looking at Jonas.

Hugh pouted. "Stop ogling him. We have a Hunt to stop."

Rodgers nodded. "We need to push back and scare them. Maybe that will delay things until we can come up with a proper plan."

Hugh grinned and looked at Jonas. "I think you can do something about that."

Jonas nodded. "A Hunt sounds like a perfect night for a Wolf to remerge."