Foxface Hunger Games Mutts の小説・ストーリー

Had most likely been around others of their kind before they had been stolen. Clutching at the door, I felt my energy waver. I had used too much. Consumed too little of the deer today to last me through the night. Wolves burned through calories easily. Especially if you hadn't eaten a lot an hour or two before you expended your energy. "Does anyone of you speak English?" I asked, breath raspy. Most of them nodded. Stood up. It was only in human form that I noticed the squalor they sat in. Feces. Vomit. Piss. No blankets to speak of. Hard floors and buckets overflowing with waist.

“We can make it.” The smell of smoke wafted to our noses and started to engulf us. The sounds of heavy breathing were almost missed before a large gray wolf with matted fur and a scarred-up snout came charging at us, a rogue. Behind him, a large molasses wolf with a white underbelly trailed furiously, Matt. I shoved Harriet out of the way just in time as I took the brunt of the gray wolf’s charge. I was smacked into a tree and a gasp escaped my lips. I tasted metallic blood in my mouth as I tried to catch my breath. Matt’s eyes were raging black pearls as he tackled the rogue. Matt furiously tried to snap at his opponent’s neck. The rogue was able to shove Matt off of him. The two started ci

My paws pounded against the hard concrete as I didn’t think I just jumped. One of the wolves had something small in it’s mouth, something like a pelt, no… a black fox? It was limp as he tossed it to the side and gave me a snarl. I returned by clamping my mouth over his biting with a force that ripped is nose from is face. The taste of blood, bone, saliva, all fueling me to release and clamp down on his neck tearing a chunk out and allowing him to collapse. Where is Freya? I growled to Oliver who was in the process of tearing off the leg of one wolf who thought he could be pinned.

I so badly want to beat the shit out of this stinky mutts leader. "Hey, beautiful!" & Then came the hell irritating, forcefully rough, extremely arrogant & the ear bleeding dirty voice of the smelly garbage mutt which vibrated behind my ear. I didn't turn. I didn't even flinch. I just took a slow, deliberate sip of my drink, avoiding that smelly breath totally before I corrected him, unimpressed. "It’s handsome." That stinky ass alpha mutt chuckled at my cold reply, the sound deep and predatory as if he can even touch my nail. Bloody self obsessed, arrogant mutt's. My rudeness still didn't affect him & a persistent shameless mutt which he is, said heartily.

"You must be unique. Men like that. It excites them." Trish and her friends were walking past. Trish murmured to her familiar and Glenda’s red eyes stared up at her in adoration. There was still the rat to take care of first. She looked at Finn in consideration. "Do foxes eat rodents?" His golden eyes flashed in mischief and he gave her a toothy smile. "They taste like chicken." "Finnegan Fox." She reached over and petted him between the ears and he closed his eyes in pleasure. "How useful you are."

There was not a single trace of worry or concern on her face. “I’m good. We could always order more food later if it’s not enough!” Fane smiled as he rubbed his fists. “Explaining things to trash like you is wasting a lot of my time and energy. I think my fists can do the explaining better!” “Haha! Do you think I’ll be scared?” Felix laughed aloud and waved his hand, signaling the other three thugs to attack Fane. Boom! Bang! Pow! Nevertheless, with a few simple strokes and punches, the wolves plopped onto the ground, clutching at their chests in pain before they started to cry. Pain seethed through them with a terrible intensity. It felt like being eaten from the inside out by a sharp-tooth

Eva asked him shining her newly colored blue eyes at him. Luca smiled and said "You see, a Wolf will not protect what he has until he's challenged by another Wolf who wants to take it" "Huh?" Eva said and Luca stood up and patted her head and said "Soon you'll understand Eva" ~~~~

I said and grabbed the plate of food that was still warm to the touch but not too hot. I watched, with a smile, as the pup sat on her bum and let out a low whine. The fox lifted his head and sniffed the air before getting up and sitting down, wrapping his fluffy tail around his legs. He seemed regal as he sat there, waiting for food. I sat the plate down on the bed and watched as the pup at but was confused as to why the fox wasn't eating. I looked at Anna confused and she smiled before saying, "He waits until Roxa has her fill." I nodded and watched with amusement as the pup tackled a sausage and bit into it. The greasy sausage split open as the pup bit into it and I smiled as she devoured

I opened my mouth to refute but at the end of the day, I wasn't able to let out a single sound. “What? Do you want to say something? Say it. Talk. Come on now, talk.” With each sentence, Raymond shook me, his lips curved into a sneer. They all laughed and echoed his cruel words. I bit my lips and closed my eyes as the tears poured out of me. A mute. A jinx. A freak. “That's what I thought. Now stop struggling and be a good sport, will you? Not that I mind anyways. A bit of excitement is quite nice. It'll be so boring if you don't fight back.”

The two men stood toe to toe, neither backing down. "Just kill them and be done with it. Baxter you can have your females return and all will be right with the packs again. All of this uproar over some insignificant little humans. Your wolves will find other mates. Rhys, if you could find this second mate after one hundred and twenty years, wait a little longer and you'll find a third." Metzger had a smirking look that left his face when Rhys grabbed him by the lapels and picked him up like he was a cub.