This is a repost of my novel length story 'The Hunters' as a single, complete, PDF file. File size is about 1.1 MB

Artwork by Negger

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Excerpt from chapter 1:

My stomach was growling and clawing at the inside of my gut in a vain effort to fight its way free. It's the only thing I own that's emptier than my wallet, but its got way more personality.
I rubbed the cream fur of my belly absently with one hand, the other still hovering over a half-finished entry in my journal. It's been a long time since I'd last gotten around to writing anything, and I'd just as well prefer to finish it. Another twinge from my stomach sent me doubling over forward, almost smacking my muzzle into the cheap wood of the desk.
Looks like my gut was winning, writing would have to wait. I'd been putting off buying dinner for as long as possible -- I only had enough cash left for one more meal before payday.
I set down my pen and reached the narrow distance to the other side of the apartment; these days the walls keep looking closer and closer together, almost as if they're trying to squeeze me out. Outstretched, I could just snag the pile of blankets I charitably called a bed, and my jacket laying atop.
It was an ugly florescent orange thing, my employer had made me shell out for it when I'd first been hired. The company's name was stitched across the back in mile high letters -- I can't even go for a walk without providing free advertising.
I shrugged into the eyesore, letting it fall over my narrow, brown, fur-covered shoulders. In case I haven't mentioned yet, my name is Tommy, and I'm a wolf. Humans have been in the minority since the Cataclysm hit a hundred years ago, and I'm not among their number.
Basically, I like to think of myself as a happy medium between man and wolf. My head looks more or less wolfish with a muzzle, ears, whiskers, and all that. However, other than the full length fur coat, I'm pretty much human from the nipples to the knees. My feet... not so much. I'm digitigrade, like a true canine. Saves money on shoes, but it makes walking on broken glass more than a little unpleasant. Oh yeah, and I've got a tail. To me it's the most natural thing in the world, but you'd be surprised the number of people who get annoyed when I leave that out. I'll bet they're just jealous. My mother says I'm beautiful; the ladies, well, I'm working on that.

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