Novel & Cerita Crush Tracy Wolff

Right away, Scars tensed. Crusher Alcott. Oh, shit. If Scars had to make a list of people he was thrilled to never have to be in contact with again since Wolf had pulled the plug on the Jensen work, Alcott would go to place number one, with a rocket. Known for his fondness for crushing grown men’s windpipes with his bare hands, Crusher Alcott was a living nightmare, even in the one-percenter world, and Wolf and Scars had both been relieved to be away from him.

Tracy’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “When you put it that way, it sounds terrible.” “It sounds perfect,” she corrected, reaching over to squeeze my hand. “I’m glad I could help, even if I would have preferred a less terrifying method.” I squeezed back, grateful beyond words for her friendship, her acceptance, her humor in the face of something that should have traumatized her. “Your secret is safe with me,” Tracy said, growing more serious. “Always. And if you ever need someone to help you understand this whole wolf thing, or just someone to talk to about it, I’m here.”

But as I got closer, her growl thundered through the building,it carried pain,rage and fear all at once,making the hairs on my skin rise all at once. No storyteller needed to tell me someone was truly inside. Increasing my pace, I pushed the door open to a horrible scene. Mallory had already torn through the intruder’s back, her claws still raised as if she wanted to strike again. “Stop. You are not like them,” I said, my eyes already watery as I stared at her. Mallory slowly lowered her claws. She looked regretful for what she had done. Her big hairy wolf body trembled,claws dripping with blood,staining the white tiled floor.