Helena Hunting Clipped Wings Novels & Stories

"I had several years like that before Cliff was at a hunt and found me. It would have been so much easier to know that I didn't need to participate in those early hunts. It would have calmed a significant amount of anxiety." "That must have felt awful!" Izzy cried out in sympathy. "Looking back, I can see the humor, but at the time, it felt like the world was ending," Amelia said, nodding in agreement. "You were worth the wait, my dear," Cliff smiled and kissed Amelia on the forehead as he went forward to order three turkey legs for them. Amelia smiled uneasily at his back but quickly cleared her face as she turned to Izzy. "I have a map of the area!" Amelia whispered conspiratorially.

His eyes were wild with hunger. Helena didn’t hesitate. She roared and collided with him mid-air. Their bodies crashed into the ground, claws tearing, teeth snapping. Pain flared in my side hers ours. The rogue’s claws ripped across our shoulder. Then its fangs sank deep into our neck. Helena! I screamed inside. Blood spilled down her fur, warm and slick, soaking the dirt. The world spun, the pain blinding. But Helena didn’t fall. She staggered, eyes blazing gold through the blood.

Blood gushed out from the deep cut. Claire distanced herself and screamed in pain as she pressed her hand on it. Blood dripped down her wrist. "W-what is wrong with you?" she eyed Helena in utter shock. The pain was burning her skin. She paced back slowly when she saw the smirk on Helena's pale face. Did she make a huge mistake in trying to help her? Helena giggled and her forked tongue appeared from the slit of her mouth. The bizarre appearance turned Claire pale. "I'm hungry for your blood..." Helena hissed happily as she lifted her hand. Long sharp nails came into view.

"My tactical assets are not resources for your personal vendettas! Detail the exact parameters of the strike you launched against Chika! Disclose it now!" Following a brief, agonizing pause, Helena confessed to the chemical ambush Bianca had engineered to neutralize my wolf. Cedric’s inner beast roared with lethal fury upon integrating the data streams. "You willingly lent your clan clearance to help that unranked bitch neutralize my primary bloodline heir?" Helena, her high-society Luna pride completely dismantled by the exposure, merely let out a low, humiliated grunt.

She lets out a deep, primal growl as she peers over the edge, her body trembles, her posture doubtful. “Helena!” Squall yells, catching his breath as he continues to progress forward. Helena’s wolf either doesn’t hear or ignores Squall’s calling coz she doesn’t look back let alone glance back. Suddenly and shockingly, the hesitancy in her posture magically vanishes. Now showing no such restraint, with an undaunted gleam in her brown eyes, she leaps from the cliff's edge with abandon. Her wolfish form disappears into the void, leaving behind only the echo of her haunting howl. I’m left in stunned silence, my heart catches between panic and awe. Squall is also stunned, slowing his pace forward

she called out, heading towards the door to get hold of Joe's riffle, her arms still swiping at Xander. " No, no, don't do that! 'Xander thought to himself when she grabbed the gun. She had just removed the safety on its lock when Xander instantly made himself invisible. Helena’s POV… She stood in the middle of the room, panting and barely able to remain standing. Her entire body shook and she held onto Joe's riffle squeezing it for dear life. Her eyes slowly surveyed the room, listening carefully. "Are they gone? Where did they go?"asked Joe as he raised his head first then the rest of his upper body.

Three days had passed since the Alpha’s furious departure, and the Blackwater forest—now stripped of the constant watch of the Leather Wolves—had become an active hunting ground. That night, the moon was waning, a pale sickle barely lighting the canopy of trees. Driven by emotional claustrophobia, Helena decided to walk the edges of her property. She carried a small flashlight, but her awakened Thorne blood acted like a sensory radar. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and decaying flesh. A sharp snap of a branch to her left made her freeze.

In it, Shopia smiled while holding a teenage girl whose eyes looked empty and defeated. “This is Clara,” she said. “Before she vanished.” Hunter took the photo, a chill rushing through him. “She treats them like dolls, Hunter. Eliana is not her first victim.” Hunter stood, his voice firm. “Then I’ll be the last one who lets her take another.” Helena met his eyes seriously. “If you truly care about Eliana… get her out. Now. Before everything’s too late.” Hunter nodded, gripping the photo of Clara tightly. As he stepped out of the house, the rain still poured—but this time, he didn’t care. His steps were fast and certain. His face was set with resolve.

I felt something icy inside me. Silas replied: "Damaged, but recoverable." "Then continue." No. No. The memory changed again. Helena was hiding behind a door. There was blood on her face. She was holding Sera's brooch. "Monster," she whispered. Alaric entered the corridor. Helena hid the jewelry. "It was an accident," he said. "You signed knowing the risk." "It was necessary." "Your wife died." "She died trying to protect something bigger." Helena slapped him.

Melissa was confused but said nothing. Meanwhile as Helen hugged Melissa back, she made her claws grow out and slashed her own palm. Blood immediately slipped out of it and using this opportunity, Helen placed her other hand other to take the drops of blood. Thankfully, she was wearing a short sleeved clothes and Helen dripped tiny drops of the blood on both of her arms. She did all this In a matter of seconds. She checked around quietly, making fake sounds of cries. Upon seeing a pack member walk towards where they stood, Helen pretended to pull herself out of Melissa's arms. In return, Melissa held her by her arms and at that moment, Helen harshly fell to the ground and began wailing loudl