Foxface Hunger Games Mutts Novels & Stories

I fought with everything I had, but everything I had was the muscle of a wolfless, exhausted girl who hadn’t eaten a real meal since yesterday. They slammed my chest down onto the stainless steel counter. Someone gripped the back of my hair, jerking my chin up. The toxic, burnt smell of the pot was right under my nose, making my stomach heave. “Open wide, Muteblood—”

She stared at me for a long moment, then muttered under her breath, "So annoying." "I heard that." She stopped. "Am I fired?" I stared at her. She stared back. And for the first time all evening, I almost smiled. *Mate,* my wolf called out. I ignored him. Again.

The pain throbbed through my entire face and up to my head. “Stay down, you filthy mutt,” “Can you call her a mutt? She doesn’t wolf,” one of the girls countered with a confused expression on her face. Not the brightest of the bunch, I see. I rolled my eyes and looked at Bella. “Shut up, Jackie. She will have a wolf soon so the name applies. Or maybe she won't,” Bella continued and turned her head to me. “Maybe she’s wolf-less. Wouldn’t be a surprise, you’re already so pathetic,” she said with a wicked grin on her face. Her voice sounded cheery and sweet, she took joy in the torment.

While Murtagh might have been quick to give Rebel lip himself, he only did so because over the years, he’d earned the right, but when it came to the wolves in Rebel’s charge, the Scot ran a tight order. Turning his attention back toward Rebel, Murtagh crossed his arms over his chest. The sleeves of tattoos covering his skin writhed as the muscles moved. “If not a guest, what exactly would ye call her then?” He quirked a brow. “A rutabaga?” “Speaking of which, the roasted rutabaga is delicious by the way,” Sterling added as he scooped another bite from his plate.

I drooled at the sight of falafel and hummus. While I ate, I felt bad that I was the only one eating. I told the warriors that they should get some food too and then all hell broke loose, even though the food was cold and crappy my men ate like animals, I mean yes we're a part wolf but even I got scared looking at all of them eat, would they have eaten me if I hadn't asked them to get some food ?. I was on my last falafel when I felt my phone vibrate against my thigh, It was another number

Sage stands in the garden with several younger wolves behind her, facing down three mutant creatures that barely resemble wolves anymore. Their flesh ripples unnaturally, scales glinting between patches of mangy fur. Their bones crack and reform with every step. But their eyes... their eyes hold intelligence and malice. The mutant wolves move like nothing I've ever encountered - faster than natural wolves but with jerky, wrong movements that make them hard to predict. My claws tear through one's flesh, but it barely seems to notice, its wounds knitting together with sickening speed. Blood matts my midnight fur as I position myself between the creatures and my mate. Every instinct screams to

His hands moved fast, eyes shining like he was building a fortress to save the world from mutant invaders. “Then Papi gave me a mission to protect the cats! So Marble’s the gate guard. Pepper’s the shadow soldier. Spaghetti’s the bomb guy. But Spaghetti ate the cable. So Papi fired him!” Erick tried hard not to laugh. “Fired him?” Ash nodded hard. “He ATE THE CABLE!” I slid the pastry tray onto the cooling rack and wiped my hands on my pants. “We’re gonna need employment contracts for these cats if this keeps up,” I muttered to the oven.

ELI'S POV The words tasted like poison leaving my mouth. “I will leave with you,” I repeated weakly, tears blurring my vision. “Just stop… please.” For one horrifying second, silence swallowed the room, then the Dreadlord smiled it is not a normal smile.. It was something cruel and victorious. The mutated wolves immediately backed away from Jax, their exposed ribs heaving while black saliva dripped from their jaws onto the bloodstained floorboards. Jax coughed harshly, struggling to push himself upright despite the deep wounds carved into his side. “No,” he rasped.

He hides it well, but I catch the way the corner of his mouth wants to lift. Food is brought out—platters of roasted meat, bowls of vegetables, baskets of bread. The smells are rich and heavy. My stomach, apparently unaware of politics, growls. Ronan notices. He serves me from the nearest platter without comment, then fills his own plate. Wolves watch that, too. “Look,” someone whispers. “He feeds her first.” “The curse is real,” another mutters. “He’s already hers.” “He’s lost his mind,” a third scoffs.

Katniss Redwood might be a princess without a pack and raised like a rogue, but she really did look like a squirrel, stuffing her mouth until the food spilled out. Everyone was staring at her with a smile, and when she saw it, she put down the food, really flushed. - Don't worry about them. They've never seen someone so small eat so much, but I know you barely eat before, so please, eat until your belly's full. You have to get your physique healthy, because you're too skinny to have pups.