Foxface Hunger Games Mutts Novels & Stories

Horus flipped over gracefully and stood behind the tall, large wolf that was now on its hind legs, its front legs raised in the air. Horus's long claws, the longest I'd seen in my life, grabbed Matt's furred throat while the other dug claws deep into his spine. Matt froze, his eyes wide with terror. But when he looked at me, the terror dissipated, replaced by a sense of serenity in his gaze. I could see him expressing so much with his eyes. Horus smirked at me and pulled his claws away. Matt's blood flashed before my eyes, his neck was torn open, and his spine was sticking out of its place. A blood-curdling scream escaped my lips as I collapsed to the ground, darkness taking over me.

He was dead. The rest of the men shifted immediately, angered by the death of their comrade. The Mutes weren't done. They went on their knees and sank their teeth into the neck of the dead wolf, drinking his blood ravenously. The company watched with a mixture of fear and vengeance, snarling angrily. I trotted to where Olive was to reassure her with my presence. My wolf sensed the fear emanating from her. She was visibly shaking. When The Mutes felt they'd drank enough, they decapitated him and growled into the sky, stretching their arms. The ground trembled, and the sky became darker. Their power had something to do with blood. They stood to their feet and spoke through sealed lips. "Olive.

I heard, as Zoe came running out of another elevator. “All set,” Finch asked, running toward her. She handed him a tablet and he nodded. His finger quickly tapped a few things. “I’ll need you to run it,” he said, as we all began to move toward the cafeteria. Suddenly I had a question that couldn’t wait. “How is it that wolves and foxes are larger than what a normal one would be but the horse looks like really real,” I asked, as we all rushed. Again, I only have actual, legitimate questions and yeah this was a good one!

CRACK! ‘NO! YOU MUTT! ARGH!!!’ ‘Rum….’ I tried to open my eyes. I needed to make sure he’s alright. How many are there? He’ll be outnumbered. I need to…. ***** RUM ‘ROSE!’ GODDAMN IT! PHWOOP! I swung my hind feet at that son of a bitch and he flew to an oak tree and crashed against it—its body bent like a boomerang. Then another one jumped in—-claws and fangs and all—and I pounced on it and sank my teeth into its neck, my claws biting its sides, clamping it down until I tore the flesh and ripped the head off.

"It looks like it, but the man I see through the window doesn't look like the same guy." "Maybe the other guy is in the bathroom," another replies. "Seems we have the element of surprise since he hasn't turned to..." Whoever was speaking got cut off. Unfortunately for him, it is actually us that has the element of surprise. The speaker had been shot through the head with an arrow heavily drenched in Wolvesbane. We came heavily armed because it will take a lot to destroy the silverhaired mutants. One of them runs down the alley. Whitney, the cook, and I are crouched down beside the dumpster. I place my finger on my lips, once again, urging them to stay quiet.

As much as I hate to answer his curiosity, I know I dare not keep shut on an Alpha demand. “Alpha Matt is right; I dare not think of fighting against those two skilled wolves,” I said, and immediately murmurs sprang up from everyone present. “I'm a mutt afterall” They suddenly chimed in silence and everyone turned to listen to what I've got to say. “Say the fuck you've done to my cousins, you bitch” Alpha Matt yelled, holding himself from rushing at my face. “I tamed them.” The words managed their way out of my mouth.

"Wouldn’t be the first time I walked into something like this. You, out of all people, know that, Chief." A flicker of something crosses his face, but I don’t stop. I keep my voice strong, letting just the right amount of anger seep in. "Me, Ralph, and Irvin handled mutts like this plenty of times. On your orders." I say the word mutt with disgust, making sure they hear it. Making sure he hears it. The reminder of Ralph, his son, shifts something in Pete’s expression. He doesn’t soften, not exactly, but the hostility in his eyes eases just a little.

The smell was stronger now—unwashed fur, hunger, and exhaustion. I pushed through a final line of bushes and stopped dead. The dog was huddled near the base of an old oak. It was a husky, but she looked terrible. Her coat was matted with burrs and mud, and I could see the sharp outline of her ribs through her thinning fur. She looked up as I approached, her bright blue eyes wide with a mix of fear and defiance. She didn't run. She stood her ground, her hackles rising as she stared at the massive wolf looming over her.

A mutt is no mate for a true werewolf. My heart started aching again. Not only had a simple accident caused a landslide of changes in just a day, but nothing really great has happened because of it. Sure, I tamed the King for a few hours, but what did that get me? A haircut and rejection, though at least some courage.

I forced my swollen eyelids open and dragged my chin through the wet dirt to turn my head toward the sound. Three of them. They weren't pack wolves, not with that posture, not with that smell. They looked half-starved, their ribs jutting beneath matted fur crusted with old blood, their eyes burning with the desperate hunger of rogues who had been running from something for a long time. They'd caught the scent of burnt flesh, fresh blood, and a girl with no wolf to defend herself, and to creatures like that, it must have smelled like the first real meal in a month.