Knotting the Hunter のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 271 - チャプター 280

Dax"So we can’t use radios," Kowalski says. "At all.""Not within at least a kilometer of any of the greys. You can use them on the road, but not in the woods. They’ll know we’re there and exactly where as well."It's the second time I've said it tonight, but he’s got thirty people to answer to, and at least one of them will push back on the order. He’s got to be able to say he double-checked, so I say it nicely and watch him write it down and underline it.It’s been two weeks since Nyasia sent her unwilling envoy to our gate and we’ve been doing our best to find a way around the stalemate she forced us into.So this is what the war looks like at the moment. Rosters and meetings about radios. Twenty minutes on whether the hunters are allowed to park on the grass in front of the hall.On the plus side, there are no bodies. On the minus, I’m going out of my ever-loving mind. I want this over with.We’re building toward something, albeit slowly. Undoubtedly, she’s doing the same, so hop

Noah"Put it down.""It's a clipboard, Dax.""Merrin said you’re not allowed to lift anything.""It weighs less than a fork. If I'm not allowed to hold a clipboard I'm not allowed to eat, and I'm not giving up food for anybody, including my doctor."Dax takes the clipboard off him anyway and puts it on the new front desk two inches from Finn's hand before going back to wiping down the rowing machines.Apex opens in eleven minutes. First time since the fire.The whole building smells like fresh paint, new rubber mats and the plastic the machines came wrapped in. It doesn't smell like Dax yet, which I hate, but it’ll be back to normal in a week.I’m working very hard to not remember the last time I was in here, or how close Dax came to dying that day.No thoughts about fire allowed on the grand re-opening. It won’t happen again. Dax is fine. The people capable of those atrocities are dead. Draw a line and move forward.Finn's been parked on a stool behind the desk since five, like a kin

Noah"Again. It's a syringe with fins, not a bullet. The wind resistance and trajectory won’t be the same, you have to make allowances for that."The man in front of me grumbles something about this going against a lifetime of training.Then he reloads and sends his dart up in a long orange arc that comes down smack in the paint ring on the plywood wolf's shoulder.It’s been a bit of an uphill battle, but the hunters are slowly adapting."Much better.""Still feels wrong.""Try to think of it as different, not wrong."He gives me a narrow-eyed look, and I pretend not to notice.It’s been fourteen days since Heidi found Camp Jubilee, which brings us to a month since Nyasia dropped two desiccated bodies in front of our gate.We’re going out of our minds. We have a potential target, everyone’s eager to attack. But we’re getting one shot at this. If we fail, she’ll kill a bunch of her own wolves just to punish us.Which is why the war has turned into homework. We’re going to be as prepare

Dax"It should be right here," Lainey whispers, turning her map toward the grey light. "The dotted line leaves the road right where we're standing."We're at the dead end of a logging road in the half dark, and there isn't another road anywhere.There’s a wall of spruce, some raspberry canes, a lot of mud, and a cloud of blackflies that have decided Lainey is breakfast.My wolf lifts his head and takes a long sniff.‘Trees,’ he reports. ‘Wet. Rabbit, two days old. Nothing else.’That’s suspicious in itself.I've run these woods my whole life and there's always something else. Something dead, something mating, something hunting. Here there's nothing, and the woods should never smell this clean.It's been a few days since Reena reported the wolves have stopped moving in their lines. Every hour since then I've felt like Nyasia’s got her hand on a switch and we're just waiting to find out what blows up when she presses it.So here we are. Four of us doing reconnaissance, because a small g

Dax"Explain it again," Lillianna says. "From the part where he gave it back."It's the third time she's made us repeat what happened with the whole power-sharing thing.We’re sitting at her kitchen table and there's one cup of tea on it.It's in front of me.Noah's been glaring at it since she poured it, like it cheated on him.Not sure what he did to get taken back off the tea list, but he’s not happy about it at all.‘She’s not having any tea either,’ I say soothingly, before taking a long sip of mine and sighing in contentment.‘You’re a dick,’ he informs me, before turning his attention back to Lillianna."I’d given Dax all my strength so he could fight Ezequiel," he says, keeping his grumpiness about the tea under wraps."Then the witch tried to put my wolf to sleep again, and it nearly worked. But Dax’s wolf pushed everything back into me, and then some. I felt stronger than before.""He gave back more than you gave him," Lillianna says."It felt like more."She sits back in he