Todos los capítulos de The Wolves of Banglador: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

Mr. Finnegan started with a shock, and he gasped as the cold water hit his face. He seemed startled, his eyes wide, and he blinked. "If you come in here one more time, I swear, I'll...!" he waved his fist pointlessly in the air as he threw himself forward. Then, he stopped, becoming aware of his alternative surroundings. Again, he blinked. Looking one way, then the other at the two young people crouching over him. "Why, Evan, Lunus, I..." he said, lowering his voice and beginning to calm."It's alright, Mr. Finnegan," Evan assured him kindly. "The lady and I were just trying to help.""Yes, but what of the rouges?" Finnegan asked him.Evan smiled. "I told you to let me handle it.""Yes, you did," Finnegan muttered."And did you?" Lunus asked.Evan gave her the same wounded look as before. "Yes.""Well, at any rate... Evan, thank you. I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been the

It seemed appropriate to Lunus that her first night should be a hunt for Balthazar. After all, he had been her personal target all along, regardless of the hunting team's nightly objectives. But it was a competition now, and one which she was sure to win. So, as Lunus rode through the gates and held tight the reigns of her horse, she kept her eyes fixed forward and focused on the shifting shadows of the trees.The trouble with Balthazar was that he was careful, calculating, and black as the forest. He moved swiftly and silently thr

Lunus cocked her gun and fired. The sparks of the flint burned bright like flames against the night's eternal darkness, and the smoke of the barrel ascended into the air, mixing itself with Malkouth's mist. Light hit the ominous scene as the silver bullet gleamed, catching the white of the moon and the orange of the sparks.  The bullet soared determinedly towards the core of the Alpha's body and hit him, piercing his flesh and tearing into his monstrous form. He fell ingloriously to the ground, a crumpled heap, but something was wrong. He wasn't dead. He was merely wounded, and with a wo

It was light when Evan opened his eyes, and he felt a deep, painful stinging in his chest. He tried to sit up on the bed, but the pain shot through his body, preventing him. He laid himself back down flat with his head against the pillow and wondered  how he had gotten there.  A lot had happened last night, but he couldn't remember any of it. He only knew that it was a lot from the pain in his chest and the bloody bandages wrapped around his torso. As he labored to breathe, he felt the weakness in his body, and he knew that his health had been compromised.

He ran through the forest, his powerful paws sinking into the soft dirt of the dampened ground. The prints he left behind him were like that of a monster as he moved effortlessly through the night. It wasn't that he wanted this, but it was the life he was bound to live, and he would do his best to execute his charge with excellence.