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8-1 : the dwarves
(Harry.)
Crac. Harry held the man's corpse firmly between his arms to lay his lifeless body on the ground. _ That's the third one today, Harry," Till grumbled. "I understand a little better why I'm here. It hasn't even been forty-eight hours since we set foot in France, and they seem to pop up magically from nowhere," the young Alpha remarked coldly. They had to get to work immediately, right after reaching their destination. The partner Harry needed to contact for the human's protection was much harder to find than expected. The young wolf was also surprised that his partner had not even tried to reach him as soon as he had informed the Council of his arrival. _Maybe he's already dead," the animal part of the Alpha suggested darkly. "I hope not and that he'll hurry up and show himself. I want to finish this mission quickly. Even though we can move through the elven portals, I donBab terkait
Red Moon 8-2 : the dwarves
After walking for a good hour, Harry reached a narrow space between two mountains. He crouched down and grabbed two stones, which he knocked together in a precise rhythm. Immediately, a tunnel appeared in the ground. A network of electricity lit up while a road was laid out through the cold stone, inviting them to move forward. _ Ooooh, electricity," Till hissed. I am disappointed. I was expecting torches to light up or little fairies trapped on the walls to produce light. It is very twenty-first century! "Remember, they don't believe in magic," Harry replied playfully. The Alpha, dressed in his Council battle attire, was having difficulty moving through the maze. The ceiling was so low that he had to bend in half. After many minutes of walking, he found himself in the middle of what appeared to be a public square. Harry looked around, searching for a soul among the cold, carved stones. A clearing of a throat made him look down, and he had to press his
Red Moon 9-1: village festival
"Where is Bianca!" called, in a booming voice, an old man sitting on the terrace of a Café, striking his cane on the cobblestones of the street. "I'm coming! Leave me two seconds to deliver this to the Micheline, and I will come to you!" Bianca shouted at the other end of the street. The villagers were setting up their stalls while the town hall employees were checking the bulbs of the long luminous garlands, taken out, especially for the occasion. Bianca was solicited from everywhere and was running around to give her opinion or help those who needed it. "I finish with Father Francis, and I come to help you!" said the brunette when she passed by her best friend. "Take your time. I'm still thinking about whether I cut the lavender stems to make bouquets or just leave them spread out on my table," Emmanuelle replied as she stared at the stall with a critical eye. "Okay. I'll be here in ten minutes maximum. I know Francis, and he'll want to talk to
Red Moon 9-2: village festival
"Are you planning to go out dressed like that?" Marguerite asked Harry. The young wolf turned his head toward her as he pulled the long black hooded cloak of the Council over his shoulders. He wore simple black cotton pants, and his leather combat boots were weary over them. "Yes. Why? Is there something wrong with my outfit?" The dwarf looked at him with a jaded expression and sighed loudly, "Men, I swear!" Then she quickly walked over to Harry's bag and unceremoniously opened it. "I can't believe it! This is a godforsaken French village in a godforsaken town, not a putain de fucking medieval city with candlelight!" She shouted victoriously and pulled a long-sleeved black shirt from the bag. Harry let out a disapproving grunt as he realized what she had chosen for him to wear. "This dress shirt doesn't fit me anymore, and I don't even know what it's doing in this bag. I must have a shirt lying around in there," Harry said as he reached for his ba
Red Moon 10-1: vanilla and dessert à la mode
A small group of five young women was leaning on crates stacked by local farmers. The night was already well underway, and Bianca had finally been able to take a break. As soon as they saw Bianca walking away from Emmanuelle, the four young women hurried to pick her up and drag her away from the crowd. "And it is there that this bastard came to see me and tell me that he had dumped you, Bianca," declared a sublime brunette, having passed the arm under that of Emmanuelle's best friend. Bianca giggled before bursting frankly with laughter. "Ah, La Manon! What would I do without you?" she declared happily. "It made me mad when I knew that he continued to lie to me by looking me right in the eyes, Bianca!" answered, in anger, Manon. "Yes. This moron believed that we did not speak to each other. What a jerk!" said Bianca, shaking her head. The young women fell silent as soon as they saw a young boy stop in front of them,
Red Moon 10-2: vanilla and dessert à la mode
Bianca tapped her index finger on her chin, pretending to think, then began to offer: "You're in luck. We ordered traditional pastries, especially for the party. You could try one. Although, with your size, I suppose you could even try one of each... Do you have any special allergies?" Harry shook his head again in denial. Bianca smiled patiently before listing: "We have biscotins from Aix. They're little shortbread with orange blossom flavor and hazelnut on top. We have Chanteclair, which is a meringue-based cake flavored with praline and mocha, and it is served with ice cream. We also have Jausiereine. It's a round cake with an inner filling of raspberries or blueberries. But I think it's blueberries in the ones we got. And I also got some Alpine pie." Harry stood perfectly still, unintentionally causing Bianca to smile awkwardly. "There's no vanilla in these desserts?" he asked. Bianca puffed out her cheeks before emitting a loud pff as
Red Moon 11-1: dance with me
(A few minutes earlier.) Emmanuelle kept running her tongue over her lips. She didn't know what was going on, but it seemed to her that a tempting smell was coming from time to time. She was unable to say what it was, but she was sure of one thing: she wanted to know the source of that smell. She was slightly startled when she felt the tip of her canines scratch the tip of her tongue. It seemed to her that her heart, usually motionless, was moving in her chest and panic began to take her throat. "No. I can't be thirsty. Not now..." she muttered to herself. She had made sure to feed herself a whole bag of blood before coming. It wasn't normal for her to feel hungry so soon. She frantically searched her pockets, then her bag, and discovered with horror, that she had forgotten to take a vial of blood before coming. No. She had not forgotten it. She had simply found it unnecessary, even as a precautionary measure, since she had eaten a hearty din
Red Moon 11-2 : dance with me
Emmanuelle was almost grateful to the band. From the moment they had found themselves on the dance floor, the musicians had been playing catchy and quick rhythms. She had to admit it, Raphael was an excellent dancer. He made her turn and guided her with an expert hand. "You are gifted!", she finally declared to her dance partner. "Thank you. But, I must say, it's only possible because you let me," the young man replied happily. "Are all pastors' sons such good dancers?" she asked, her eyes shining with amusement. Raphael burst out laughing before nodding quickly. "Maybe they are. Years of practice making our old parishioners dance at fairs! It gives us unexpected skills with the ladies!" he replied, half amused, half embarrassed by his answer. Emmanuelle was surprised to hear herself laugh. Decidedly, if she had known that he would be such good company, perhaps she would have made the effort to talk to him earlier. The music ended and Rap
Red Moon 11-3 : dance with me
(N/A: if you want to experience this chapter fully, you can listen to the cover of Edith Piaf's Hymne à l'Amour on Ladaniva's YouTube) * Harry felt his heart pounding in his chest. In his mind, he could hear the heartbreaking howls of his wolf, thanking the Moon Goddess. He would never be alone again. He had never dared to speak of it, but often he thought with anguish of what might happen to him if the lunar madness took hold of him. Would he be as strong as the Mad One? Or would he be hunted down and shot by order of the Council? The question did not even arise. He had neither the power nor the authority of the Mad One, and he would have been slaughtered without a second thought the day his lunacy got out of control. _ She is beautiful, Harry! Hurry up! Get closer to Mate. Mate is waiting for us," Till cried admiringly. Harry swallowed hard and took a step forward. He felt as if he were wa
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