Novelas y relatos de Flock

someone shouted from the camp. "Stay here!" mother said, and I obeyed. A woman came through the door. Her hair was white, too, but she was a bit older with a few lines on her face. White hair was a genetic trait in the family. Instantly, I remembered that our pack, The Skyefrost Pack, had Viking heritage. Hence, the fair skin, blonde and white hair, and white fur. We were Arctic Wolves. "Grandma," I said aloud. "Ssshhh," Daphne said, still holding my hand.

And he wanted to spit that all this was already taken. - Ma Kisha! - Tapi squealed with joy, shot the toy on the floor and stamped his plump legs towards Kit, smiling with all his eight teeth. On the way, he stumbled, fell on all fours, but did not lose his head and did not cry, but simply changed his gait and cheerfully trotted up to his mother's hand extended to him. Holding her golden fox close to her, Kit breathed in its touching scent with pleasure. She kissed her chubby cheek, then the same palm. In response, he babbled where just sounds, and where she personally understandable words, telling how he lived with his grandparents. Life was so-so, what is there ... With mom and dad, of cou

“Dm!” Windy felt scared when he had to hunt with Ezra; he involuntarily cursed. Since hunting with Ezra was very risky and laborious, it was not according to standard rules but special training. The prey they caught must not die; it must be alive. The prey they just caught will not be kept but must be released, and they have to track down the prey they have just seen. And that will repeat many times until Ezra stops.

He'd just stood next to her, silently watching and letting her know he was there if she crumbled. She followed him inside the barn and took stock. Baa-baas rent the air and the scent of straw mixed with soil clung to the crisp cross-breeze. He'd rounded up a third of the flock and had some penned on one side of the large space, the rest in the outer holding area just beyond the open rear doorway. Roughly a hundred sheep stalked around while her faithful black and white border collie, Bones, sat idly in the middle of the room, awaiting orders. To the right was a sturdy wooden table where they could roll the wool and a large crate already on a skid for easy tran

But the girl still looked around warily to avoid surprises. Having gone deeper into the forest along the path, Anika suddenly heard a plaintive whine. Having determined where it was coming from, she discovered a dog that looked like a shepherd nearby near one of the trees. And she froze, afraid that she might attack, but the dog remained in place and whined pitifully again.

How could my mother be okay with all this nonsense? After a few minutes' drive, Colby pulled up in front of the club. This club was strategically located on the outskirts of my pack territory for a reason. I didn't want the judgmental Wolf Council to get wind of my activities. As I exited the vehicle, assisted by Colby, I took in the vibrant scene. The club was already pulsating with energy, evident from the long queue of patrons eagerly waiting outside.

Andrew wheezed out. Even when his face turned beet-red as I squeezed the air out of him, his eyes were filled with defiance. I tightened my hold on him. Wincing in agony, Andrew smacked my arm desperately. A crowd had gathered at this point. “Talk about brazen. Is he seriously committing murder right in front of the police station?” “Why does the guy look familiar? I can’t put my finger on it.” “Isn’t he a psycho running around with a knife?” …

i answer "hey" "ive booked you a motel room at the oxley, go on over, order from roomservice, ill be back in the morning and ill take you to the train station and send you home via train. No arguments little one, im tired and i dont have the patience for them." click the phone goes dead and i stare at it again. what the fuck. i sit there contemplating, i g****e the oxley and see that its a motor inn. hes kinda going above and beyond being a kind person but i am tired of being here and the staff are beginning to side eye me. i grab the handle on my suitcase and start walking.

We'd work out the rest as long as we were together. The guests were gathered in clusters on the upper patio and the lawn below. Their sheer numbers created a rumble while the blue flashes I'd noticed earlier illuminated the thick air. Barely audible above the din of collective murmurs was the whirl of propellers. It wasn't loud enough to be helicopters. No, weaving in and out of the fog were drones, filming, recording whatever was happening.

A series of unrecognizable murmuring sounds disrupted my thoughts. My nose scrunched. What's that noise? Unable to resist, curiosity got the best in me as usual. No wonder I fall into trouble most of the time. I just can't mind my business. I followed the sound. The sound was someone's painful moan. Someone's hurt? Recognition sends my body into fight or flight. The sound led me right in front of a guest room where no other than Kandel and her good-for-nothing fiance had been staying. As much as I like Kandel, I would rather not have her here than to deal with Lucas.