Fallout 4 Alpha Deathclaw 소설 & 이야기

As time went by, my walk became faster, and so did the person behind me. When I was near the second to the last alley, I was ready to do the first move and attack whoever was behind me, but my eyes widened when I saw what it was. Long and sharp claws, and eyes that have the color of a sunflower shine under the light of the moon. Werewolf. And a gamma who looks like he's not in his right mind! F*cking sh*t. Just how lucky I could be tonight to see a werewolf that's not in their right mind?

There was a scar on the corpse's left shoulder. It was an ugly scar. It wrapped around the skin like a centipede. Keith frowned. My heart clenched. Would he recognize that scar? Would he realize it was mine? Back when Keith wasn't Alpha yet, the pack had been full of undercurrents. Some werewolves refused to accept a young leader inheriting the position and set up an ambush. By the time I arrived with reinforcements, the ground around him was littered with dead werewolves. He was already gravely injured and nearly out of strength.

“My name is Cassian.” The name hit the courtyard like a dropped sword. Several older warriors went pale. One stumbled back a step, as if the sound alone could strike him. Kael noticed. Of course he noticed. “You know him?” An elder stepped forward, his hands trembling despite the cold. “Impossible…” he whispered. “The Shadow Alpha died years ago.” Cassian smiled, and it didn’t reach his eyes. “Rumors are unreliable.” Tension detonated. Swords shifted. Breathing grew shallow.

This is no living wolf; it is a constructed weapon meant for mass killing. During the clash, the Purge Alpha sliced Kael’s side open with a metal-reinforced claw. Blood pours. Lyra screams his name. The mate bond flickers painfully, and Kael nearly collapses but forces himself upright. His thought goes to Lyra through the bond that I will not die, not while you and our son need me.

A chilled breeze passed by, and the moment it stopped, the two Alphas raced towards each other. The Red Claw Alpha lunged, his jaws wide open, aiming for Dean's throat. Dean sidestepped to the left, causing him to miss, then grabbed his head and pulled him to the ground. He tried to stomp the Alpha's face, but the Alpha blocked with his arm and used the other to tackle Dean to the ground. They quickly stumbled back to their feet after striking each other with their legs.

The display that follows is not a battle; it is a feral, blood-soaked execution. Clyde’s massive shadow-wolf moves with a terrifying, blinding speed that defies his size. He catches three fighters in his jaws at once, the crunch of their iron armor and bones a sickening, hollow sound that echoes off the cliffs as he crushes them into pulp and tosses their broken remains into the pines. His massive claws tear through their ranks, a whirlwind of liquid black wrath that ignores their silver-tipped arrows entirely, the sheer mass of his Alpha dominance incinerating their weapons before they can even touch his bronze hide.

It was very light, but it felt like a ton to him. "The Luna said you'll understand once you see what's inside," the messenger said and left after that. Riley tried to get closer. "What is that, Alpha?" Rowan ignored her as his trembling hands opened the box. It was a Moonstone. However, it was not an ordinary Moonstone. It had lost its luster and was covered with cracks. It looked dim and dead. This was the last remnant that was sealed with the miscarried pup's life essence. Rowan's knees went weak, and he fell to the ground. He could now truly feel how our pup was gone from our lives.

It took an alpha and six betas to restrain her. I remember the way her claws raked the tomb stone, her voice breaking into something primal. She shifted and tore into everything in her path. Her rage burned out her wolf and what remained of her heart. She followed him into death a year later, though no blade had touched her. That night I buried her, I also buried youth. I was alone to deal with the savage wolves who wanted to turn me into a puppet, They wanted the most important treasure every direct bloodline of the House of Malvore had, the bloodline of the Lycan king.

“You’re not the only one who knows how to fuck, Alpha Hugh.” He chuckled. “What happened to the innocent Autumn that I know? Your mouth…” he trailed off and stared at my mouth. Out of habit, I wetted my lips. Wrong move. Alpha Hugh grinned. “Quit being a pervert. Stop looking at my mouth.” “I wondered if they were really soft when I kissed them.” My breath hitched. Damn him! “If you’re looking for the young Autumn, well she died with her family. She died when the people whom she believed would not leave her left. So stop looking out for her. She will no longer return.”

But I would rather that than a life of slavery. ‘You need to order the other Alpha’s to bring any other members capable of fighting here, to us. Only the children and the old are to be left behind. Women are now part of the army. We need every claw and tooth available to stand any chance of victory.’ I turn to him in shock. ‘How can I tell them to bring their wives and the mothers of their children to be slain. I won’t do it White Claw. I can’t do it. Maybe if we talk to this High Priestess Alessia, we can form some kind of truce.’ He moves quickly and is stood over me before I have the thought to even react. ‘There is no truce to be made Channon. I have seen the future too and if we lose th