Novel & Cerita Foxface Hunger Games Mutts

There were already two more rogues coming at me from that direction. Well, I wasn't going down without a fight. I let a growl rip out of my own chest and felt my face begin to sprout fur as my fangs and claws popped out. The most important things first. The first mutant hesitated, seeing my mutation, and I took the opportunity to pounce. Before he even had time to react, I sank my teeth into his neck and ripped. The blood came spewing out and soaked me before I had a chance to react.

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.

Lying between the two, showing the belly. - What's wrong with you Fury? You are always so proud. Showing your belly? Do you want me petting you? - Micky says, laughing, Fury nuzzles under Micky's hand asking for that. petting from Micky. Micky rubs Fury's exposed throat and he purrs like a cat. Kat rubs his belly. The 3 stayed like that, enjoying the rare moment. “Let Angel and Hell out. We can run and hunt.” Kat looks at Micky and nods. Their bones creak and Micky's magnificent black wolf, and Kat's snow-white wolf, join Fary. Fury's and Hell's noses touch, making Hell wag his tail in happiness.

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.

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.

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—”

“And she is lovely-looking. Maybe we should save her for dessert.” “We do need some breeders,” said one of the other ferals. He stepped up to her, shoving the short one aside. The ferals looked at Jenna with hunger. “I think I will have some sweets before dinner.” He glanced at the short one for his reaction. Then his body hardened in panic as an arrow pierced his eye and gouged into his brain. Before his pals realised what had happened, another arrow buried itself in his other eye. The feral fell to the ground, blind and dead.

He only cared about money, and no one would stand in his way. Nat soon returned with bowls and looked at Mack. Mack smiled and nodded. He went to every cage now to have Nat hand out the slop. He unlocked each door as Nat placed the food in the cage, “No runners this week.” He smiled. Jenna looked at her food. It looked like some sort of mush. She had been eating it for the last two weeks and even though it was disgusting, it was food, and she was hungry. The other creatures were as well. She could hear them slurping the slop. Mack never gave them spoons They could be weapons under the right circumstances.

“I patched what I could, but we need real parts. Unless one of you can magic a new engine out of thin air, we camp here till morning and then check again.” Lucas opened a pack and handed out food. Dried meat, protein bars, a bottle of water. My stomach growled loud enough for all three of us to hear. Jax raised a brow. “Someone’s wolf is hungry.” I glared at him, but when Lucas passed me a bar, I took it. My fingers brushed his for a second. A small spark shot up my arm, quick and hot. I ignored it. We ate around the fire. Jax, of course, couldn’t keep his mouth shut for long.