Have You Tried Crossing Over Yet นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I said, trying to convince my wolf. She whined in disagreement. She could be so stubborn sometimes. “Yes I know crossing the boundary between the two worlds of humans and werewolves without permission is forbidden. But we cannot stay where we are not wanted.” Tide snorted at me. I knew convincing her would be almost impossible. I refused to open this up for discussion. “Besides, no one else really knows how so there is a less chance of us getting followed.” I finished up packing and I stared at the chalk in m hand. Could I really do this? Sure mom taught me and I could complete the cross over before anyone knew I was gone.

It was calm and peaceful to listen to. On the other hand was a green land. The stream signified a boundary between him and the witches. He was contemplating if it would be wise to go across. There was no way he could clone himself to go across because he would look totally different in form. So what should he do? Should he risk it? He had to do this anyway because of Jane. He crossed the stream afterward and continued walking. ---------------------

I tried to wave him off. "All our new wolves are dead," he announced. "What do you mean, our new wolves are dead? Over a hundred can't die like that. Be specific with details." "You need to see for yourself." Cross, for the first time, disconnected our mindlink and blocked me out. Panic surged within me as I attempted repeatedly to reach him, but my efforts were futile. Was he angry with me?

The desire embarrasses me sometimes in its intensity. Female hybrids do not conceive. At least none ever documented successfully. The few recorded exceptions all involved purebloods and ended the same way. Death. Mother and child both lost before term. I know the studies by heart. I know the biological limitations. I know hope is foolish. Yet still I researched. Still I tested theories. Still I searched. I built entire wings of this clinic around that obsession while pretending it was merely academic curiosity. My gaze shifts unconsciously toward the framed photograph sitting near the corner of my desk.

“How so?” Cross asked with interest while drawing small circles on my breast with his fingertip. How did he expect me to focus and think when he was doing that? I closed my eyes for a moment and bit back a moan when he pitched my nipple. I couldn’t even remember the question. “I—- ohhh—“ I couldn’t form a full sentence. Cross made it worse by leaning forward and taking my nipple in his mouth. The heat of his mouth drove me crazy. I reached and grabbed the back of his head to hold him against my breast.

> { yes I was, I never take it off unless I'm going to shower } < then you'd more than likely have it still, so I'd get to you don't worry > < Just try to r- > I feel it through ever fibre of my being, we crossed someone's border { Kai? } nothing { KAI! } once again nothing, NO! this can't be happening! his link got cut off when I crossed the border so does that mean he can not reach me here? Goddess this can't be happening, please don't let that be the case, I can not die in the prime of life leaving my parents and mate behind to mourn me, there's no way!

Unspoken hung the thought that it might become of a child of his. There was no easy answer to that. Mathin contemplated a leaf, still wet with the morning’s dew. “We know so little of these crosses. One of Jasmine’s sons can change, the other cannot. Yet he wears a symbiont and seems to have senses much like you.” He met Scy’s eyes. “There is some question as to whether they’ll be able to reproduce at all.” “I don’t intend to experiment.” Scy straightened as if to move off.

Ashley sighed and said, “Bryan’s DNA won’t work?” “I don’t know maybe it will and maybe it won’t since Bryan is not his son, the closer the connection is the better the result. I am going to try that.” “Alright try that and tell me soon.” “Sure”

“I wouldn’t worry about it. Keep in mind, most hybrids are not fertile.” “What about this one?” “She’s highly unlikely to be able to have children, with Humans or with Weres. The difference in chromosome structure will make it hard for her to produce functional gametes . . .” An out-of-body experience, that’s what this is. My soul is up on the ceiling, dangling monkey-bar-style from a truss, staring down at my unresponsive body as it learns that it might not be able to have children. For the first time. In front of dozens of people.

Novah’s POV Relief, cold and shaky, washed over me. He was letting it go. For now. We were back to the script. *Just the project.* I pointed a slightly trembling finger at a section of the problem set. "This one. The dihybrid cross with linked genes. The recombination frequencies… I get confused."