Knotting the Hunter のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

NoahShe picked the time, the place and the table.Grounded, half past two, back corner.The dead zone between lunch and the school rush.We don’t completely have the place to ourselves, but there’s nobody in our immediate vicinity.Heidi’s already sitting when I get there, hands around her mug, and there's a legal pad next to her, with a pen on top."You brought a notepad.""I brought questions."She nods at the chair across from her."Sit down, Noah. You look like you slept on a park bench."Close.I slept on my own couch, because the bed still smells like him without the added bonus of actually having him in it.And yesterday I walked a scrubbed crime scene with my father breathing down my neck.All in all, a zero out of ten day for me.The fact that Heidi looks like she’s about to take a deposition doesn’t bode well for today either.The splint knocks the table as I sit down, splashing some of her coffee over the edge.I’m really over feeling like a miserable failure at every aspe

DaxThe ring is snug at the base of my cock.I haven't even turned it on yet and I'm already renegotiating my life expectancy."Comfortable?" Noah asks.He's standing over me with his jeans gone and his splint held against his ribs, looking down at where I'm stretched out on the mats like he ordered me off a menu."Peachy. Why are you up there?""Because you're going to lie there and behave."He steps over my hips. Turns. Faces the dark end of the gym, his back to me, and my brain performs a full system shutdown, because oh.Oh."You said properly," he says over his shoulder. "This is me supervising."The wolf sits up so fast it gives me whiplash.‘Ours. On top of us. LOOK at him.’I'm looking. God, am I looking.He sinks down slow, one knee either side of me, and takes me in hand behind himself, lines up, and the first push of him swallowing the head nearly ends the whole night on the spot.Heat. Pressure. That tight, greedy give of his body letting me in an inch at a time, and I get

NoahTori's sitting on the dead chest freezer with my old training crossbow across her knees, and she's loaded it."Relax," she says. "It's not for you.""That's comforting.""It's for whatever might've followed you here. You're neck-deep in something, big brother. I planned for company."The lantern's turned up high and there's a thermos on the workbench.My little sister is dug in like she intends to hold the place against a siege.I’m worried she may change her mind about who the crossbow’s for once I’ve told her all of it.She jerks her chin at the hay bale across from her."Sit. Talk. And I know your face when you're leaving things out, so save us both the editing."I sit.The splint drags at my shoulder the way it does by this time of the day, and for a second I just look at her.The ponytail. Dad's stubborn jaw. Mom's soft brown eyes with none of Mom's surrender in them.Those eyes are part of what makes her so dangerous.Gentle and inviting as a fawn’s, ringed with long dark l

NoahDoc Merrin is kneeling in wet grass over a girl the color of votive candle wax.The last time I saw this woman she was sewing my scalp shut and telling me my skull was the only quality part of me."Good to see you with some color," she says barely glancing at me. "How's the arm?""Still attached.""That's the spirit. Kneel on the tarp, not the grass, I'm not treating you for pneumonia on top of everything else. I’m supposed to be enjoying my retirement."I kneel on the tarp.You don't argue with a woman who’s this agile at seventy.The girl is bad.Skin like paper, lips gone grey, an IV line running up to a bag that Mato is holding at arm's length like it might drip on him.I didn’t think werewolves could get queasy over blood.Reena crouches beside me."Dana Voss. Twenty. Pulls nights at the diner, walks home along this road. Mato found her at first light."Twenty.Same as Dax.Don't think about that."Marks are on the left," Doc says."Have your look and make it fast, she's got

NoahDax takes the turn onto the dark stretch at a speed the truck was never built for, and I keep my eyes on the sky.Finn's howl came from the wrong direction.Not the woods. The road.The long empty climb between town and the trees, where nobody who knows what’s out there should be after sundown.I've called Tori twice. Voicemail, both times.Maybe her phone died. Maybe she's asleep. Maybe a lot of things.I don't believe any of them because despite recent evidence, I’m not an idiot."Faster.""If I go faster we arrive as a fireball," Dax says, and goes faster anyway.Then the headlights find the ditch, and everything in me goes cold.A bicycle on its side in the gravel, front wheel still turning.A russet wolf standing over my sister, hackles up, teeth bared at the sky.And above them, banking against the moon, the thing Tori told me about not so long ago.Tori's on her back in the dead grass with the training crossbow up.Aiming.Her arms are shaking so hard the bolt tip is drawi