Novelas y relatos de Clipped Wings By Helena Hunting

His eyes were wild with hunger. Helena didn’t hesitate. She roared and collided with him mid-air. Their bodies crashed into the ground, claws tearing, teeth snapping. Pain flared in my side hers ours. The rogue’s claws ripped across our shoulder. Then its fangs sank deep into our neck. Helena! I screamed inside. Blood spilled down her fur, warm and slick, soaking the dirt. The world spun, the pain blinding. But Helena didn’t fall. She staggered, eyes blazing gold through the blood.

Helia looked up at her, "Are you ok?" The winged creature didn't seem to hear her as it fought desperately above. "Hey! Hey!" Helia said loudly and firmly, "Take it easy. You're going to hurt yourself if you struggle like that." "NO! Let me go you poacher!" she suddenly screamed with panic, though her voice sounded weak from shouting so much, "KENDRICK!" Helia shook her red locks, "Calm down! I'm not a poacher." The beautiful eyes directed at her, "This-This isn't your trap?"

At this moment, Helena, wearing a black windbreaker, was waiting on the roof. Charlie had already spotted Helena, who was stretching her neck in excitement, while they were still in mid-air. She was still as stunningly beautiful as ever, her long hair swaying in the helicopter's downdraft, completely oblivious to it. She lifted her head, her expression full of anticipation, her eyes fixed on the descending helicopter without blinking. With an excited expression and her head tilted back, letting her hair brush against her face, she appeared to possess a more casual and wild beauty than usual.

Even though he was immersed in admiring Helena, he did not panic when he suddenly sensed murderous intent. He opened up the painting and entered it. Helena was at a loss for what to do inside the Thousand Mile Ink Painting when she saw the enemy enter. She was delighted. She knew that the painting would release her if she defeated him. Helena immediately used Nine Dark Divine Claws from the Dark Deity Technique. Her fingers were like hooks as she began to attack in a vicious stance.

We pull back into camp just as the sky turns black. Helena jumps right in. She waves the hurt ones toward her medical tent and starts barking orders. I stand there and watch her work on Erica. She checks for broken bones inside, stops the bleeding, and makes sure my girl is really okay. “She pushed too far,” Helena mutters once she finishes. “That much power should have killed her. The fact it didn’t? Either pure luck or something bigger.” “Something bigger?” I ask.

The man claimed he was defending himself. Helena was very upset, but she didn’t want to argue. She just needed to get out of there but when she wanted to stand up, she was winning in pain because her knee was hurt and bleeding. The man who was arguing with her opened her backpack and pulled out a first aid kit as soon as he saw Helena’s injured knee. The guy tries to treat Helena’s wound, but Helena pulls her leg with a watchful gaze when the man touches her. “What are you doing?” asked Helena while staring at the guy.

"My tactical assets are not resources for your personal vendettas! Detail the exact parameters of the strike you launched against Chika! Disclose it now!" Following a brief, agonizing pause, Helena confessed to the chemical ambush Bianca had engineered to neutralize my wolf. Cedric’s inner beast roared with lethal fury upon integrating the data streams. "You willingly lent your clan clearance to help that unranked bitch neutralize my primary bloodline heir?" Helena, her high-society Luna pride completely dismantled by the exposure, merely let out a low, humiliated grunt.

Helena just wanted to have some quiet and come to terms with how her life had changed and accept what the future would look like. The phone rang as she waited for the connection to be made. Her eyes following a few of her wolves as they slunk up a hillside. She glimpsed movement at the top of the hill, but it was gone before she could call out to someone about where she saw it. Helena didn’t want to send them on a wild goose chase to find out that they were just chasing a bird or squirrel. If it was their prey, they had a scent trail to follow. It would be a few extra feet longer now. “Hello? Helena, is that you?” Brian’s voice came over the phone connection.

“If we’re going to walk, we better hurry.” Helena smiled, grabbing her little back pack and attempting to put her shoes on. She was going through an independent stage where she insisted on putting on her shoes, even though almost every time she placed them on the wrong feet. I have found out through our walks to Parker and Kiera’s house, that Helena loves nature. She picks up rocks, sticks, pinecones, and plenty of bugs. She is so gentle, scooping them up and blubbering to them before placing them back in a safe place.

And when that didn’t work, she went further. She paid some goons to hack Alejandro’s car. She wanted us dead. But we survived and she ran into hiding. And now, she was here. Helena stepped forward, arms crossed, watching Claudia like she was something filthy that had crawled back from the dead. “Well, look what we have here,” Helena mused. “The city’s biggest whore has returned.” Claudia’s expression didn’t change—not at first—but I saw the slight twitch in her jaw, the flicker of ice in her gaze.