Whispers of the Wild Hunt のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Two more men move into the room, their faces grim as they take up defensive positions. One of them gives him a pleading look while the other’s can’t see and I narrow my eyes.“I said she can’t stand,” Jekyll grits out.The large man chuckles, “And we said we don’t care.”I should tell him to let me go, not to get hurt because of me… but he kind of got us into this mess. Plus, he’s not wrong. I couldn’t stand right now if I tried, though I can feel my body trying to reach for more energy.Jekyll takes a half-step back, adjusting his grip on me as his body tenses moments before the prod strikes. He grunts, twisting away to shield me from the jolt. Electricity arches between his shoulder blades, but he doesn’t let me go. One of the new men slams the prod between his ribs, and his knees buckle.It

It must have been hours before anyone else came to see me. After what I think was a quick nap, my body giving up its ability to stay awake, I jolt awake when someone starts to scream.Since then, I’ve given up trying to count the minutes. While most Fae have an internal clock, with my magic as stretched as thin as it is, it doesn’t seem to be working. Instead, time passes slowly, distorted by pain and the burn of my magic repairing what it can. Every inch of magic back is an inch gone as it tries to keep up with the growing pain.My shoulder still throbs, even though it reset hours ago, my ribs grind if I shift wrong, but the worst is the giant hole that has taken up residence inside of me. A hole that should be brimming with magic.It feels like an eternity before the sound of boots ring out against the hard ground. The door creaks open, and a tall woman steps inside. Her dark hair is braided tight

With no window in the cell, I quickly began to lose track of all time, delirious with the silence. Days blurred into weeks, if they were days at all. Time didn’t seem to move like the outside world, and all I could track is how often another supernatural was pulled from their cell kicking and screaming. Seeing how the boss hadn’t come to see me yet, like threatened, I could only assume it’s been a few hours…And thirteen people have been dragged out of their cells. Most didn’t return.My body forces me to sleep in short bursts, a spring in the mattress sticking into my side, but I refuse to turn over. Instead, I keep my face trained toward the door in case someone intrudes. Every time I would drift off to sleep it felt like falling into a black sea that offered no real rest, my mind still trained on the tiny cell. Every new sound would have me jolting awake, drenched in sweat, with my magic sparking in pa

I set the sleeping Faerie down on her cot, brushing her black hair out of her face. How she has managed to stay alive on Earth this long, is a surprise to me. Most of her kind… our kind… went home long ago, where they were safe.If I had the option, I would probably run away to the homeland, myself. But my duty to Kai keeps me Earth-side, not to mention my wolf half I got from my father. I knew the moment I touched her and the electricity zapped through my body that she was mine, and then she healed the boy in a way I’ve never seen before and cemented my suspicions.But how do I get her out of here safely, while keeping my oath to Kai? And why is she even here, acting like a healing witch?I shake my head, leaning down to give her a soft kiss on her forehead before heading for the door. Before I get there though, the screaming starts. Her body thrashes against a hidden pain. The stories my mo

On the fifth day, the same wolf takes me to a room I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing before, and I’m starting to wish they never gave me that pleasure. The smell hits me before I see it but it’s too late to run the other way. Death and chemicals.It’s clear it’s a lab, much like what you would see in a mad scientist kind of movie. Metal tables line the walls, cluttered with rusted surgical tools, bone saws, broken glass wear, and syringes. Half of the tiles are streaked with blood, both fresh and dried, and there are lab coats hanging by the door that are perpetually stained red. There are cobwebs in every available location, and drag marks across the floor. Half disassembled machines whir and spark erratically, and in the center of the room are three tables.There are people laying on two of them, if you could even call the failed creations people. Different limbs have been removed, dissected, and then reattached and now twitch unnaturally. Their eyes are glassy, their souls no lo