Novel & Cerita Clipped Wings By Helena Hunting

Alexander growled. “Then tell the walking death machines behind us to stop TARGETING her!” As if hearing him, a Helion Unit burst through the trees, sprinting with terrifying speed. Elias jerked Lena closer. “RHEA—!” “I SEE IT!” she yelled, whipping around and firing two shots. One hit the Helion’s visor; the other struck its leg, slowing it. But only barely. The Helion raised its arm— FWIP—!! A grappling hook shot forward, aimed directly for—

And she almost gets her. Anastasia twists at the last second, but Helena’s claw catches her shoulder. Fabric rips. Skin opens. Anastasia does not make a sound. She grabs Helena’s wrist and snaps it sideways. There is a crack. Helena screams this time, sharp and furious, then uses her other hand to rake down Anastasia’s arm. Anastasia exhales slowly. She does not retreat. She steps in.

The place where it had all begun. Two Months and One Week Earlier... Helena ran. Faster. Harder. The wind howled past her ears as her silver fur rippled under the moonlight. Her paws barely skimmed the earth as she leapt onto the upper cleft of the ravine, beginning the steady incline of the vast land before her. Her land. Further than most pack members would be found wondering about, so far away from their town.

I wheezed, clutching my side as blood seeped through my fingers. Riley’s eyes darted around before locking onto something ahead. He grabbed my arm, pulling me forward. My eyes landed on the car parked at the edge of the road—Orin’s car, the same one they’d taken from my place. “Keys?” I asked, my voice barely more than a croak. He shook his head. I glanced back, hearing the wolves crashing through the woods behind us. Without hesitation, I ripped off my jacket, wrapped it around my fist, and slammed it through the driver’s side window.

“Who are you?” Helena stood rooted to the ground. The question was a deep growl that sounded like the grunt of an animal. Her lack of response caused the men to look at one another before one of them finally moved to approach her. Survival instincts suddenly caused her to take a step, two steps backward. She almost stumbled but soon she turned around and started to run but she had one gone a short distance before one of the men caught her hand and whirled her around. She struggled against his iron clamp on her wrist but soon realized that struggling was useless since it only hurt her the more. Her wrist was red and she feared it might be bruised. Seeing that there was no escape for her she t

She hissed and flapped her wings diving to the shack. She was soon at the entrance of the shack and hissed at the zarowl that stood over the trembling Nagos in the corner. The zarowl looked at her snarling. Leanunya hissed, brandishing her dagger that was now covered in blood. The zarowl leapt at her fangs bared. She dodged to the side and it flew past her out of the shack.

We were finished; apologies were just tethers I didn't want. Still, the seed of doubt about Noah remained. It wasn't until a few days later at Pacific Heights Medical Center that the next piece of the puzzle was shoved into my hand. “Dr. Mercer? Thank you for stitching me up. Consider this a gesture of my appreciation.” The woman standing before me was named Chloe Hurst. She had been brought in earlier after a ‘hunting accident’ that looked suspiciously like a suicide attempt—a jagged silver blade wound to the wrist. “Ms. Hurst, I was just doing my job. There’s no need for gifts.”

It would look very different when it was empty. But then I thought about Helena’s words. She did not just want the business. she wanted the family gone. She wanted the Klines erased from the earth. I realized then that Helena did not care about Gideon’s happiness. She did not care if he had a wife or an heir. She only cared about winning. She wanted to destroy the Kline bloodline because they were the only ones who had ever made her look weak. She was using me to commit a crime that was much worse than fraud.

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

“Half witch remember, I can shield my scent. Besides, I am up a tree.” “What else has been spoken of?” “They want to build numbers. I think Blake has taken over here.” She sounded puzzled. “I haven’t seen Hallen and I haven’t seen Kendra.” “Maybe they are inside.” “No, Hallen liked to take a nightly walk, when the sun went down. He has been doing it for as long as I can remember. Something isn’t right.” “Wait… They are bringing something out. Hallen’s coffin. Why would they be bringing it out, it’s daylight?”