Novel & Cerita Helena Hunting Clipped Wings

“Keep this with you and don’t let it go missing. I’ll want it back after we’re done. They can look out of the mirror, but I can look back later. Now head on up and I’ll get started with this.” “This better work. I just want them back safe and sound. We deserve some quiet time together after this is all over. Anyway, I need to find out what’s going on with the hunt. Last I heard, they were on the trail of her scent.” Helena took the bag back carefully. She looked at her mates in the cells before her. “Love you two. I hope this will be over soon. I miss both of you.” With that, she swept back up the stairs and was gone, with Davis chasing after her.

They found Helena dead inside her room. The blanket was tied to her neck and she is lying on the floor. She has bruises and wounds on her arms, legs, and face. Which is they didn’t know how or where Helena got it. They checked the record of the CCTV but they didn’t find anything and they didn’t see anyone get inside her room. Her body and her room are full of fingerprints from different people. Which the investigator didn’t know from whom are those fingerprints.

Helena wiped the blood from her face, eyes flashing with fury, “You bitch…” But I wasn’t listening. I lunged. Even with my body weakened, even with the drug still coursing through my veins, I moved on pure instinct. My fingers wrapped around the metal tray beside me, and without hesitation, I swung it at her. The tray connected with Helena’s head with a resounding thud. She collapsed. Panting, I stumbled forward, my legs barely supporting me. The room spun violently, but I pushed through it. My hand flew to the table, gripping it for balance as I scanned the room.

We were already moving, sprinting toward the sound without hesitation and I hoped it was whoever had Helena so I could kill him with my bare hands. My prayers were answered as I turned the corner – fury flooded my veins. There she was—Helena, visibly inebriated, struggling against a man who was trying to shove her into a car. Her other shoe was missing, her legs wobbling like they couldn’t hold her weight.

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.

Whatever you do, do NOT pass out! Squeezing the jagged cut together the best I can with one trembling hand while trying to adhere the butterfly stitch proves to be nearly impossible and agonizing. Sweat beads across my brow as I carefully placed the last strip of a butterfly stitch over the seam of the bloody wound. It's still bleeding a little, but no longer gaping open on the side of my arm.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

Laura hummed in response, smiling. Then, with deliberate emphasis, she responded, "I even prepared a special costume for my next performance. However, now that I'm pregnant, I wonder if it'll still fit. I'll try it on for you all later. You can tell me what you think." Elias' eyes ignited with an undeniable passion. … On the way to the parking lot, Laura took it upon herself to push my wheelchair. Leaning close to my ear, she taunted in a low voice, "You were outside the door last night. Why hide? Did it finally sunk in that you don't deserve Elias, you worthless crap?"

I shook my head, “I—what? I didn't do anything! We were in a crash, Yasmine, a wolf—” Before I could finish, Yasmine lunged forward, grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me up to my feet. The sharp pain in my scalp made me gasp. “That little stunt you pulled at the game!” She hissed right into my face. “The official's kid! They followed us back, Trixie! The Northern pack retaliated!” My heart stopped. “No... it couldn't have—” Yasmine shoved me back down to the ground with everything she had. “It did!” She screamed, her voice cracking as a fresh wave of tears tracked through the dirt on her cheeks.