Todos los capítulos de Knotting the Hunter: Capítulo 221 - Capítulo 230

Dax"Look at the ground.""I've looked at it eleven times since we left the Reserve. It’s frozen dirt with about a thousand mice and rabbits living in it.""Just check again. Please."Nothing can happen to him. I need him to be safe. The thing he described is big enough to swallow the whole truck with both of us in it. I’m not sacrificing my mate to some ground monster.He does it, because I said please and he can’t really say no to me. And because he's not sleeping any better than I am.His eyes go unfocused for a second, staring at the track in front of the truck like there's something written in the snow."Nothing," he says. "It's not here. I wouldn’t let you anywhere near it. You know that."I let go of a breath I'm sure I've been holding since we left the Reserve.It's the morning after Noah looked down and told us just how widespread the thing is.I told the pack last night. Everyone together in one room, and not one of them argued when I said nobody’s allowed to shift, which is

Dax"Don't burn it down again," Finn yells out his window, and then his taillights are gone around the corner and the lot is empty.I told Noah half past and the last truck just left with a minute to spare.Noah's already inside the half-assembled office. He didn’t even wait for Finn to leave. So far beyond caring about appearances that he may as well be a whole other person.I've been able to feel him all afternoon as I toyed with the plug. He’s a man holding onto the edge of a cliff by his fingernails and enjoying every second of the view.I’ve been a saint today. A saint with a remote in his pocket, but still. I kept my hands off Noah for ten hours while he smelled like that.Nobody's ever done anything harder.Noah may have something to say about that, but he enjoys arguing with me.'Ours,' my wolf pants. It's been running on a loop, getting louder every hour, and now it's a growl with no space left in it for anything else.I turn the dial all the way up.Since he tried to sneakil

GavinThe ravens found him before Aldous's search team did, which tells you everything you need to know about Aldous's capabilities.Eleven birds congregated in one spot, forty yards off the logging road, on the far side of the Reserve, nowhere near his truck or any of the cameras. Including the one he put up that showed us where he went in.I wouldn’t have spotted them if I hadn’t been crawling past, looking for a way in.After five weeks of watching that gate I’ve realized I’ll have to find a way around.I pull over and take the rifle. Not for the birds. But maybe I’ll find one of them out here.It’s probably too much to hope I’ll run into Noah, but who knows when Lady Luck will be smiling down on me.We’ve had a few warmer days and thaw is setting in. Snow turning to water turning the earth to sludge.The ground under the trees is black and soft, sunk in one place the size of a door. The birds are going after whatever the melt uncovered, and they've been at it long enough that I can

DaxThe front door hits the wall before I can get Noah off my lap and onto the couch.Mom doesn't usually storm in without giving us a second to get ourselves decent. She also doesn't drive at night, or leave her coat hanging open in the cold, or say my name three times before she can manage a sentence.Tonight she's doing all four and it scares the hell out of me."Dax. Dax, where- Dax.""I'm here. What happened?"She grabs the front of my shirt in both hands. Her fingers are icy, and she's shaking so hard it feels like we’re in the middle of an earthquake."He said a name. The vampire. Why didn’t you tell me?""Mom. Breathe. What name?""Ezequiel." She whispers it like it’s the vilest curse.Noah steps closer to us, his eyes full of concern."Yeah," I say slowly. "The witch's henchman. We've known his name for a while."She lets go of my shirt like it's burned her."You've known.""Since Maxim told Noah. Months ago. Haven’t I mentioned it?"Thinking about it now, probably not. I alw

DaxThe button doesn't set something small into motion.It roars to life like one of those handheld massage wands that vibrate tension from your muscles. Only the muscle is my prostate.My whole body tries to fold in half and can't. My ankles are pinned a yard apart and my wrists are somewhere near the corners of the bed, no use to me at all."Oh. Oh, fuck. Noah. Noah, that's-""That's the lowest setting.""There's more?""Two more. Isn’t it nice to have something to look forward to?"He's kneeling between my legs with his hand still on the base of the unholy device, holding it exactly where he knows it’s performing at maximum velocity, and he looks like a man reading a very good review of himself."You’ll know when I turn it up."I've had his fingers in me. I've had him in me, his mouth, his tongue. I thought I knew what this body was capable of. I didn't. I know the prostate is like a switch that sends jolts of rapturous bliss zapping through my body. I didn’t know that a piece of s