บททั้งหมดของ The Wolf Hunter's Daughter : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

MagnusThe slave traders moved around a lot, never staying in one location for long. My scouts have alerted me to their current location, and that was where Hein and I were on our way to surprise them. Of course, it wouldn’t have been them that attacked the packs and taken the pups. They were opportunists, not mercenaries. But they paid well for slaves and weren’t particular about where they came from.They camped near a river in a clearing far from the quiet town of Mittenwald. The smoke of their campfire and the sound of their wild music led us right to their hideout. Hein parked the SUV next to their trucks. Their leader, a burly, aging wolf with an unkempt beard, emerged from a trailer and came towards us. When he recognized me, he fell to his knees. “Excellence, what can your humble servant do for you?”“What have you got for me, Silas?” I pushed his shoulder with the toe of my boot. “Anything interesting?”He got to his feet with a sly smile. “Depends on what your tastes are, my

HeinKicking and screaming, scratching and biting, I had no choice but to take the she-devil to my rooms. Damn him! Magnus knew. Of course he did. He was too shrewd. But he underestimated the power of soulmates. Even if I took this -and I shuddered-poisonous viper as my mate, I will always love Erina. I will always yearn for her and one day, it doesn’t matter if it takes a hundred years of a lifetime, I will have her.If the prophecy were true, his end was in the cards. It was just a matter of patience and time. I didn’t believe it would be the end of werewolf kind, just the end of him. The translations of those old scriptures were unreliable. My education wasn't as good as Magnus', but I believed in keeping an open mind, especially where our folklore was concerned.I had two guards help me shackle Daphne to a wall in my bedroom. She never tired of shouting insults at us. I considered shoving a gag in her mouth just for a moment of silence. Her voice sounded hoarse from her incessant

MagnusI had to get out, let my beast roam free in the forest and the mountains. To get away from her.Focused on finding Ignatius. I knew he was alive. Felt it in my bones. There was nothing to find where Erik's body had been discovered. No blood, well, except the unfortunate Erik’s. The impact shattered both his legs, and I doubted he would ever walk again, even if Gisela worked wonders. Now, if he were a wolf, he would heal that much faster. But I couldn’t turn him even though I considered it. The change would kill him. His fate rested in the hands of whatever god he believed in.My beast peered up at the crumbling ledge Erina had clung to when I saved her, and it was like a lightbulb went on in my head. That crafty old bastard! He must have become entangled in one of the trees sprouting from the rocks. There were several of them. I was so focused on saving Erina that I never gave them a second thought. Launching himself at the cliff face, claws scratching grooves into the rocks

Magnus“Oh, don’t look so down, Erina. Look at it this way; you’ll have your family with you. Isn’t that what you wanted?” We were arguing about Daphne, and I told her I thought about changing Erik when he was healthier. I could use a fighter like him.“Magnus, you shouldn’t have done that. I know you want revenge on my father, but this is too much. When will this stop? You know, Daphne is not like me.” She wrung her hands; deep concern etched on the lines around her mouth.“And for that, I am exceedingly grateful.” Although I liked a challenge. But what I didn’t like was the way she looked at me. Her disapproval burned.“If she doesn’t kill herself, she’ll kill him,” she said, and that made me see red.“So that’s what this long face is about, isn’t it?” I yanked her to me, my fingers boring into the soft flesh of her upper arms. “It’s about Hein! You can’t stand the idea of him fucking Daphne. Isn’t that right?” Just tell me the truth. Drive that silver dagger right into my stone sto

MagnusI saw her raise that blade and a part of me wanted her to do it -sever my head, end it all. But she dropped the knife. I had my claws around his throat. Just one push… But I stopped myself, returned to my human form, and knocked him unconscious. “Is he dead?” she asked, her voice thready. The blade lay at her feet.“Not yet.” I had a few questions for him. “Did he hurt you?” I got to my feet.She shook her head. He would have killed her had I not intervened. I picked up the knife she had dropped. It was sharp enough to cut through metal. “Pretty impressive,” I said, weighing the weapon in my hand, examining the ivory handle. It was a beautiful instrument of death. “You could have beheaded me, you know.”“I wanted to,” she murmured.I placed the weapon on the mantle above the fireplace. It would make a nice keepsake. “I know,” I said.Taking the sheet off her bed, I tore it into strips. With those, I bound the hunter’s hands and feet, removed his weapons. Found more knives hid