เข้าสู่ระบบSera"Stay back! Don't come closer!"Her hands clawed at the ground desperately, searching for anything to use against the massive beast. "Go away, please! Go away!"A stone. She hurled it at the wolf's shoulder, but it simply bounced off without effect.Dirt. She flung a fistful at its muzzle, but it scattered ineffectually across the wolf's face. A broken branch. It shattered against the wolf's broad chest, splintered pieces clattering to the ground. But still it came.Still sobbing, Runa pleaded with the wolf itself. "Please... don't hurt me... I'll be good, I promise! Just send me home..."But the wolf was unmoved. It kept coming, its pale eyes fixed on her. Steady. Unhurried. Relentless.The wolf's jaws clamped down on her leg, piercing through flesh and muscle. Bone cracked and splintered beneath its teeth. "AHHHHHH!" Runa screamed, writhing in agony. "Stop, please! Stop!"She thrashed and kicked, trying desperately to free herself. Blood gushed from the wound, soaking the dank
Sera"...and when I find you, you little bitch," the one eyed man rasped through broken teeth, "I'll make you beg before I..."The raider's curses cut off mid-sentence. The grey wolf's head snapped up, ears pricked, hackles raised in a bristly stripe down its spine. It backed away, tail tucked tight, almost disappearing from Runa's narrow view between the gnarled oak roots.A flicker of movement, huge and impossibly fast, crossed the orange-lit strip before her. Then a man's legs buckled, knees hitting the ground inches from her face. His spear clattered against the roots and he scrabbled at the dirt, mouth open in a silent scream.Huge paws filled the gap between the roots, muddy claws extended. The man's hands clawed helplessly as his body was heaved backwards out of sight with a wet tearing sound."It's them! Rogues!" one raider cried, his voice quavering. "Rogues!" Another took up the shout, baying it frantically. "Rogues, run!"Huddled in the burrow, Runa heard the word, a term w
Sera"Stop!" a voice yelled behind her.The dirt was cold and gritty under her bare feet as she ran. Her breath came in short gasps. Thorns scratched her ankles. The night air stung her face.She saw the world in flashes. Roofs tumbling, sparks spiraling. A giant furry shape dragging someone by the leg. A line of people with neck ropes stumbling. A body on the ground that she had to jump over. A dog barking into empty space.The oven was burning. Hesper's oven, where she baked bread each morning.She prepared to leap over a body in the smoke-filled path, but her feet faltered when she recognised the well-worn boots with their mismatched laces, the tousled blond hair, the faded blue shirt with its patched elbow."Wicket," she whispered. She wanted to run to him, to touch his shoulder, to shake him awake. But the men were behind her, their shouts and the clash of steel and the cries of her people. She couldn't stop.She kept running, her heart shattering. One last glance over her should
Sera"A little wolf-whelp hiding in the corner? Too bad daddy isn't here to save you, eh?" he sneered, as the basket fell away.Torchlight seared her eyes. Runa blinked, tears streaming down her face. A calloused hand clamped around her ankle, fingers biting deep."Mama!" she shouted. "Mama, no!" Her free foot lashed out desperately but found only empty air."Papa, help me!" The grip tightened, and she was dragged out, her back scraping painfully against the rough boards."Let go of me!" she screamed as she was pulled farther and farther from the trunk's meager shelter."Mama, Papa!" Her pleas only faded into desperate whimpers as she thrashed uselessly.She clawed desperately at the floor, at the trunk, at anything to stop this, but her fingers found no purchase. The hand on her ankle pulled again and she tumbled forward onto her face. Her palms burned as they slid over the blood-soaked wood. She kicked and struggled but it made no difference.She was dragged past the trunk...past th
Hi,A few months ago, a school in my state was attacked, and all the schoolchildren were abducted.Kids. Children between the ages of 9 and 12.They spent days without their parents, were tortured, and had to watch their teachers get beheaded right in front of their eyes. Imagine a child having to see what a human being without a head looks like. Think about that, and let it sink in.Well… these monsters went as far as doing things to these children. Really bad things.They have been rescued. Thank God for that. But they are not the same. They don't look the same. They don't even look alive anymore.Just recently, a community was raided. A community close to a college. You should understand what I'm trying to say…It was mostly youths. And the particular dorm that was raided was occupied mostly by females. They were raped, and some were killed.I don't know why I'm saying this. Maybe it's because of the current arc of the book. Maybe I derailed a little.But I live in constant fear.So
SeraTorvald's eyes fell on Ilse's broken body, and something inside him shattered. With a desperate, anguished howl, he dropped to all fours and fully surrendered to the wolf. His joints shifted, thick gray fur sprouted across his skin, his face elongated into a muzzle filled with razor-sharp teeth. The massive wolf, drooling and snarling, charged forward.Torvald clawed his way through the snapping, slavering horde, his powerful jaws tearing at man and wolf alike, crushing bones, rending flesh. Crimson droplets sprayed the walls and floor. His sole impulse was to reach the trunk, to shield his child, to conceal her from the ruthless invaders.
LyraShe ignored me. She dropped to her knees, her hands sliding down to the waistband of my trousers. She shoved her fingers inside the fabric, gripping my hips tight. With one sharp pull, she dragged the pants and my underwear down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, kicking my boots off in the
Lyra"Tell the girl to step into the room," he said."Leave her out of this," I said. My voice came out as a pathetic, raspy whisper. I cleared my throat, trying to find some spine. "She didn't do anything. It was my idea to come in here.""Tell her to step into the room," he said, his eyes going d
LyraThe voice didn't belong to Nadia. It didn't belong to me. It came from the metallic object resting directly behind my hip.Nadia froze. She pulled her mouth away from me and yanked her fingers out of my body. She stood up quickly, wiping her wet mouth with the back of her hand, her chest heavi
SeraNight fell fast, and with it, the temperature plummeted. We had three fires going, but the heat didn't seem to travel more than six inches past the flames. I sat on a log by the middle fire, pulling the wagon fur around my shoulders, shivering so hard my teeth were literally clicking together.







