All Chapters of Whispers of the Wild Hunt: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

One evening, Brax never comes for our dinner time healing like I expect. Instead, I’m led by a new guard to a completely new area in the prison. The air is warmer here, instead of the freezing temperatures of the cells and lab rooms. The moans and wails I’ve come to get used to are missing, replaced by soft conversations. At the end of the hall, Brax stands near a closed door, his eyes betraying his worry as he opens the door.The guard leading me pushes me inside and I stumble, landing on my hands and knees in a large dining room. The chandelier hangs low and crooked, cobwebs draped between the crystals. Water stained wallpaper peels at the edges, and ripped and fraying tapestries hang sporadically throughout.A long wood table sits in the center of the room. It’s scarred with knife marks and stains from years of use. Three men and two women sit around it, their postures relaxed as they laugh at my splayed state. Plates are piled high with roasted meat in front of them, the plates gl

My legs threaten to go out from under me as they throw me toward the man laying on the table. I’d remember him anywhere, especially when it plays on repeat in my head.Jekyll.The guards don’t even wait for me to steady myself, stepping away from me like I might explode, or like the man currently strapped to a table may lash out at them. I bite back a growl at the sight of him bound, the thick leather leaving red welts on his skin.My eyes flick up, running over his body with a healer’s perspective. Something about his smell feels off, as if his blood is starting to decay within his own body. If at all possible, he looks more gaunt than the first time we met, and it steals the breath out of my lungs.New bruises are layered over older bruises. Blood coats most of his mouth and chest. His shirt has been most of the way cut off, small incisions covering his body at odd intervals.But the thing that makes my stomach turn the most is his wolf. My magic dances around his body, poking and p

I scoff, “I’m sure that’s not true. I barely know the man. Hell, I’ve been calling him Jekyll in my head.”He turns his confused eyes toward mine, “Jekyll?”“Because he was nice and then mea—” I muffle my screams by leaning forward to bite his arm as he pops my shoulder back into place.His eyes start to glow as he looks down at where my mouth is on him and I blush, jerking away. “Sorry, I figured screaming would have the opposite effect.”“I’ll never stop you from putting your mouth on me, little flower. But this might not be the best place.” His voice takes on a gruff quality that has my toes curling, but before I can blush or turn away from him, I’m tucked within large and strong arms.They lift me into the air, and I turned, looking up at Kai. It’s going to give a girl a complex if he keeps carrying me places, but for now I’ll allow it. His eyes have darkened to a deep red, the veins in his arms and face blackening, and the blood seems to burn faster through him.Screaming erupts

The door to my room unlatches, and I hurry to tuck the picture under the stale bread once more. I haven’t been eating the inedible bits, only the cheese and meat, and today it works in my favor. Though if Brax isn’t the one to pick up the plate, we could all be getting in trouble.Brax walks in, a smile on his face the moment he notices me. He stops in front of me, lifting his hand to gently wipe my face and I blush at the charcoal that comes off. “Best not to give away all the secrets, little flower.” He whispers before grabbing my tray and leaving.That night he brings me another note. He looks so dangerous. It’s me isn’t it? I can be dangerous.  A simple winky face is drawn next to it and I stifle a laugh, reminding myself to be silent. What is with the notes? Sure they’re fu

I can tell Kai isn’t doing well the next time they bring me to him. The room is oddly empty, except for me and Brax, and of course Kai. The other guards brought me here and rushed out with murmured words to Brax.Not one to waste time when given an opportunity, I head toward the unconscious Kai. His wolf perks up when he hears me coming, but the man in front of me doesn’t move. The veins in his face and neck are all blackened and protrude out of his skin. I set my hand on his forehead, and gasp. Most of his blood has now been replaced by this decaying blood, and it’s then that I realize why it feels so familiar.We had known they were trying to hybridize him, that much was obvious. But what they’re trying to do… it’s outlawed.For good reason. It could tip the scales of nature completely. If they managed to succeed, Kai would cease to be, fading completely into a monster. It’s just not biologically possible.Vampire blood.There has never been a half vampire and a half werewolf, becau