Clipped Wings By Helena Hunting Novels & Stories

We ran out onto the windy, concrete helipad. The helicopter was on its side, the main rotor blades shattered and scattered across the roof like twisted shrapnel. Fire was licking at the engine block. "Clara!" I screamed, sprinting toward the wreckage. Julian pulled me back as the fuel tank hissed violently. "Vivienne, stay back!"

She dodged, but I didn't let up. Digging my heels into the ice beneath me, I kept at it, following her movements until I hit her, freezing her to a tree by the hip. With a growl, she broke the ice and fired back, a little too effortlessly for comfort but I refuse to let even one of her attacks scotch my clothing. The chaos around us continued, and on top of dodging Helena, I had to keep sight of any creature that managed to slip through everyone around me, sometimes using my claws to rip their throats or hearts out.

Helene had originally been appointed to stay with Erika, but she insisted on fighting with us. “I don’t know how to fight with claws, but I know how to use poisons,” she argued, and she showed us her knife. I suddenly remembered the eagle necklace she’d given me and pulled it out of my pocket. “You might need this,” I said as I handed it to her. She accepted it and stared at me. “Did you use it?” she wondered. I shook my head. Helene snorted. “If we fail, I’d better use it to end our lives,” she said bitterly. “Better that than being caught and tortured to death by those crazy Northerners.”

Beneath the surface of Aiyana’s fury, something darker had stirred. Not born of her. Not from the bloodline. But drawn by it. “I think waking her stirred more than just the chamber,” Amara said slowly. “Something answered.” Damascus frowned, “From where?” Jax muttered, “The better question is… from what?” None of them answered. A sharp cry pierced the air above them. Amara tilted her head up. A hawk—pure white, wings tipped in silver—circled high overhead, then dipped once and vanished into the trees. A sign. Or a warning.

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

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.