Bumblebee X Prowl Novels & Stories

Wala naman siyang gagawin kaya matutulog na lang siya. Bago tuluyang nahiga sa kama, nag-hot shower muna siya saka nagbihis ng oversized T-shirt bago pinahiran ng lotion ang mga binti at braso. Nilagyan din niya ng moisturizer ang mukha at pinapatuyo ang basang buhok gamit ang tuwalya. Hindi siya nakontento kaya kumuha na siya ng blower.

“My mom hasn’t been the same since we lost her. I think it would help if you went and saw her.” I nodded. “I’ll text you so we can plan something,” BB said, likely knowing she wasn’t going to get many more words out of me. She put her arms around me, hugging me, and then walked away, heading into the gym. As soon as she disappeared inside, I sprinted toward my car, driving it to the outskirts of the pack. I jumped out and ran into the woods, feeling my eyes burning, forcing myself to hold on until I could shift into my wolf.

Finally, I was left alone. " you can be so scary sometimes." Landon said as he was chuckling next to me. " let's just shift and start our hunting." I replied as we neared the hunting ground. We were almost in the middle of the forest where I could already see all different kinds of animals. I shifted and slowly crawled towards an unsuspecting deer who looked up as if it could tell it was in danger. After I got close to it, I pounced and delivered a deadly blow which was just my luck. a couple of hours into hunting we caught around eight different kinds of animals which would do us some good for the next couple of days. I started sniffing the air as I realized there was something off about it

"The first one to trigger the beacon at the summit wins the Social Tax. The last one to reach the halfway point by noon is eliminated from the living quarters. They become the Scavenger." He fired the flare. A streak of neon green shot into the red sky. The first hour was a blur of burning muscle and rasping breath. The rock was sharp as glass. Every time my heart rate spiked, the haptic band vibrated against my wrist – a sharp, stinging pulse designed to trigger absolute panic. On the small LED screen, a graph flashed. STRESS LEVEL: 72% – BRENT (SABOTAGE PROTOCOL ACTIVE) I looked up. Brent was twenty feet above me. He was deliberately kicking loose rock down the narrow path.