Romans & histoires Clipped Wings By Helena Hunting

My heart felt constricted in my chest when I saw Helaine, naked in a hot spring with a set of blood-caked angel wings protruding from her back. No wonder she’d been in so much pain before. “Valek, if you hurt her—” “You’ll do what, exactly?” Her voice echoed through my skull as she interrupted my threat, and I watched her fingers work to clean the damp feathers of Helaine’s wings. “You couldn’t stop me from taking her in the first place.” It hurt, seeing Helaine like this. It was good to know she was alive, but a gentle gesture from Valek was about as trustworthy as a safety net made from cotton candy.

Rage built like she never felt it before, she was never this angry, furious, blind with hate for this thing that took Claire! She screamed dropping the revolver and rushed Helga, they colided violently taring and scratching at each other, Skyler didn't care anymore! She can die! Who cares! Helga was standing up to her being more annoyed than anything else, but then her eyes widened when the two wings shot out from Skyler's back, aiding her further with agility and speed, overthrowing Helga. She kicked the elder high into the air of the large throne room then flew up in a flash, grabbed her and threw her into the throne chair bending it severely.

Helena screamed and managed to quickly duck and pivot underneath, although she still got a huge graze up her spine as she tried to escape. She tried to gather her wits and brandished the silver knife, hoping to get a shot at him during his next charge but her hands trembled as the loomed figure emerged towards her through the smoky drifts and embers. Leaping over fallen chairs he was poised to strike until he was roughly tackled to the ground by Alexander and the two began another dangerous encounter of snapping and swiping at each other. Alexander was bleeding and injured from taking on so many wolves already and Alpha Jones was powered by the inhuman rage of grief. Strong arms suddenly gra

“But you deserve to be seen. To feel like the fire you are.” Helena unzipped the bag—and gasped softly. The gown was deep red. Sharp-cut. Elegant. Like danger wrapped in silk. It looked like something a queen would wear to battle. And suddenly, she wasn’t afraid anymore. Not of Bianca. Not of the rumors. Not even of falling for Greg. Because now she understood: She could bleed and still be dangerous. She could be soft—and still survive. Cliffhanger Ending (Expanded) Back across campus, in the unused AV club room, an anonymous figure edited a clip on their laptop. Shadows flickered on the screen—Helena’s laugh, Greg’s hand in hers, whispers too faint to make out.

She lets out a deep, primal growl as she peers over the edge, her body trembles, her posture doubtful. “Helena!” Squall yells, catching his breath as he continues to progress forward. Helena’s wolf either doesn’t hear or ignores Squall’s calling coz she doesn’t look back let alone glance back. Suddenly and shockingly, the hesitancy in her posture magically vanishes. Now showing no such restraint, with an undaunted gleam in her brown eyes, she leaps from the cliff's edge with abandon. Her wolfish form disappears into the void, leaving behind only the echo of her haunting howl. I’m left in stunned silence, my heart catches between panic and awe. Squall is also stunned, slowing his pace forward

Helena wiped the blood from her face, eyes flashing with fury, “You bitch…” But I wasn’t listening. I lunged. Even with my body weakened, even with the drug still coursing through my veins, I moved on pure instinct. My fingers wrapped around the metal tray beside me, and without hesitation, I swung it at her. The tray connected with Helena’s head with a resounding thud. She collapsed. Panting, I stumbled forward, my legs barely supporting me. The room spun violently, but I pushed through it. My hand flew to the table, gripping it for balance as I scanned the room.

“Fine. But you come back to me, Zane. Promise me.” Zane cupped her face, his touch warm and grounding. “I promise.” The Airstrip Night fell quickly as the team approached the private airstrip, its lights glowing faintly in the distance. They parked their car a safe distance away and moved silently through the shadows. Camilla’s voice crackled through their earpieces. “I’ve got eyes on the main hangar. Helena’s car just arrived.” Zane crouched behind a stack of crates, his silver eyes scanning the scene. He spotted Helena stepping out of her sleek black car, her posture regal and commanding despite the chaos she had caused.

“Then we cut her off. No more shadows. No more traps. We hunt her.” Aria looked at Helena’s image, and her voice was ice. “You want a queen’s war, Helena? You’ve got one.” The screen cut to black. ~~*~~ Back at the tower, the crisis team assembled. “Where was that video taken?” Aria demanded. Grant spoke quickly. “Initial trace shows high elevation, noise spectrum indicates coastal proximity. My guess—Cliffside Retreat, an old compound Helena’s family used years ago. Off grid now.” “Then we raid it,” Jerry said.

Alexander snapped quickly. I whispered into Nikolai’s bare chest, “This is a declaration of war on all of us…who is trying to break all three packs down…” Helena burst into life. Out of nowhere her shuddering tears stopped and a red, golden-eyed rage descended. “YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THIS! WHERE WERE YOU! WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE!” her brown curls flew about her face as Alexander struggled to restrain her. Nikolai twisted, taking deep gouges down his back as my mother in law extended her claws. Had Nikolai not moved she would have taken my face off.

“Oh my God, I look awful! Where's the hair clip Mateo gave me? I need to wear it!” “Here. I saved it for you.” Henrique opened the nightstand drawer, took out the delicate pink hair clip studded with crystals, and handed it to her. Helena's eyes sparkled. She immediately pinned the accessory in her black hair, turning to him with a smile that could light up an entire city. “How do I look?” “Beautiful,” Henrique replied without hesitation. However, seeing the cheap rhinestone hair clip sparkling in her hair, Henrique felt a pang of bitter regret.