《Knotting the Hunter》全部章節：第 91 章 - 第 100 章

Noah"It's a spider," Lillianna says. "That's all it is. A spider."She holds the jar against the window, turning it from side to side, and the light comes through the silk yellow."It wrapped a nineteen-year-old in that and hung him in a tree to eat later.""And the one over my woodshed door does the same to flies, and you've never once driven out here about him."She sets the jar down between the bread and a bowl of something I've decided not to ask about."There's no magic in that thread. Not a thimbleful. That's an animal doing what it was built to do.""An animal hundreds of times the size it should be that we’ve never encountered before.""Now you're talking."She fills a mug and puts it down in front of Dax.One mug.She doesn't look at me while she does it, which is how I know she's enjoying herself.Dax wraps both hands around it and thanks her like he was raised properly, which I guess he was, and then has the nerve to catch my eye over the rim and twinkle at me."So how doe

NoahThere's a coil of the web on the council table and every man in this room has touched it.They pass it along and each one does the same thing.Squeezes it. Pulls it. Puts it down fast and wipes his hand on his pants."It doesn't break," Hennessy says, like the table needs telling."No.""So what gets through it?""A knife, if you saw at it long enough."I sawed through it last night and my palms still have the glue on them.I haven’t slept and I’m running on gas-station coffee and the deranged calm of a man who knows something nobody in this room does.Which is that the thing that spun it is in several pieces behind the Northgate fence with about ten of my bolts still in its face.Silver arrowheads, tipped with wolfsbane, and I'm the only man on this council who shoots them instead of carrying a gun.I left them because Dax stopped being able to feel his own hand, and I’ve thought about nothing else since.I can’t tell them any of that. So I stand here and let them be frightened

NoahCorben stops four steps out of his truck and I nearly walk into his back.There's an Alpha werewolf on the other side of the wire with his hands in his pockets.He's been there long enough that his boots have left deep indents in the wet grass, and he's wearing the overly friendly face, the one he keeps for people he'd like to drown.God he’s gorgeous.I've had five hours to get ready for this and my body has decided none of them counted.Heart racing, lungs struggling to function properly, mind stuttering."Bit early for you to be out here," Corben says tightly."Bit early for two hunters to be on my road.""It's a county road.""It's a county road that goes one place."Dax takes a hand out of his pocket and points north along the fence, exactly the way we were going to walk."There's a dead spider on my creek bank. Huge one. We put it down in the night. You want to come and look at it?"I make very sure I'm not the one who breaks the silence."Hunters don't come onto the Reserv

ToriFifty-one minutes Wes Corben's been in my father's study, and I'm folded into my closet with my ear on the wall like a woman with no hobbies.My leg went dead at minute twenty. My hip started aching at forty.But I’m still here.I've logged more hours eavesdropping in this closet than my brother ever did, and I can’t wait to tell him that out loud.My father and his guest are keeping their voices down on purpose, which is annoying because I can’t make out what they’re saying at all.Words aren’t surviving the trip through the wall, but the shape of them still reaches me.Dad’s keeping his tone low and even, the voice he uses when he's telling and not asking.Which is always, but in this register he’s doing it more menacingly than usual.Corben’s is higher and faster, going up at the ends like every sentence is a question he already knows the answer to.He’s excited or nervous. Possibly both.And I can hear paper moving.Somebody opens something big in there and I can hear every s

Cody"Start with the water.""I already told him about the water.""You told him." Noah doesn't look up. "Tell me."Everybody in this house asks me things the way you'd hold food out to a dog that might bite. Slow. From a distance, hand ready to come back if I look spooked.This one just asks.It's the only thing about him I like.He hasn’t done anything to specifically make me distrust him, but he smells like cold metal and something bitter.Every time he moves I get another mouthful of it, and in all this time not one person has told me what he actually is.Human but more. I can smell that much.I’m not a very good werewolf, so that’s as much as my nose tells me.I'm not asking, either."They line us up at the water," I say. "When it gets light. Every morning.""At the edge, or in it?""In it. Ankle deep.""Why in the water?""So nobody runs. It’s harder to push off the soft bottom. At first we just gathered on the shore, but some tried to take advantage of the open space. It didn’t