Crosshair Bad Batch の小説・ストーリー

“I was really drunk, I couldn’t see her and I thought the differences in the feelings the lack of tingles was because of the bond beginning to snap. I am a complete idiot.” “We agree there.” Chris states. I can’t even be mad at his insult. “It is possible that because the marking was not fully completed and was done unwittingly that the mark may fade in about a month's time.” hope feels my heart and Elder Rose’s words. “But we don’t know how this will affect Ireland, her bond could be severed during that time or could be forever severed. We just won’t know.” And just like that my hope is ripped away from me. Isabelle POV-

ALEXANDER My father and sister were both pretty fucked-up, but, damn, Blake was sick. Because we had to make do with what was available in the casino, which wasn’t much, Blake had a bunch of his warriors holding the members of the Bois Sombre Pack down while he tortured them. They were both fully naked after being forced into their human forms. Chef’s knives were brought in from the kitchen, and Blake tested each one of them out on the men’s torsos until he figured out which one was the sharpest, their ensuing screams widening his smile, his eyes gleaming.

“I SEE THE APPEAL.” "LETS GO BAX! PLEASE!"

*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.

The contact sent ripples through the bond, not demanding, just present. “Let go,” I said quietly. He did. We stood there, an arm’s length apart, tension vibrating between us like a drawn bowstring. “You should be shaking,” he said. “I’m not.” “No,” he agreed. “You’re not.” His gaze drifted to the faint scratches on my wrists where the chains had been. Something unreadable passed through his eyes. “The Council has crossed a line,” he continued. “They will push harder now.” “Good,” I said bitterly. “At least they’re honest about wanting me dead.”

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with unspoken tension. Lysandra’s gaze remained fixed on Kaelen as he stood across from her, his posture rigid, a storm brewing behind his sharp golden eyes. She clutched the photographs in her hands, her knuckles white, her heartbeat thrumming in her chest. Each picture was a reminder of the horrors that had begun haunting her. The figures—those unnatural beings—appeared only in the frame, but their presence lingered in her mind, haunting her thoughts.