Bloodhound Patronus Meaning の小説・ストーリー

Great. Aye it is normal for wolves to not care that they were bare but right now I was not fond of the thought of unmated females seeing what belonged to me. I squinted and spoke in tongues. Quickly his form was covered with new clothes. Smiling in satisfaction I turn back to my task and pulled out the potion bottle I was looking for. It was white with a resemblance of smoke inside. It was the soul of a young female banshee that I trapped inside not too long ago.

The words erupted from my chest in an intense, predatory roar. But her scent had vanished. Rain began to pour, interfering with any chance of tracking her trail. When I caught the smell of danger nearby, my fur bristled. I closed my eyes and heightened my Lupine instincts. There were rogue wolves lurking within the forest. More than that—there was a dangerous creature, one of Nocturnus’s lackeys, his guardian who hunted whenever his master unleashed him: a three-headed Cerberus, better known among humans as a hellhound.

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.