Howl Jenkins の小説・ストーリー

I hadn't expected that "I summoned Mrs. Jenkins to my study, Kael standing guard. 'Mrs. Jenkins, your loyalty has been questioned,' I said, my tone cold. She trembled, but her eyes flashed defiance. 'I've done nothing wrong, Your Lordship,' she spat. 'Don't play dumb,' I growled. 'Thomas has confessed. You're working with Erebus.' Mrs. Jenkins's mask slipped, revealing a sinister grin. 'You'll never stop Erebus,' she sneered. 'He'll consume Somnium and the mortal realm.' I slammed my fist on the desk. 'You'll tell me everything.'"

“No humans.” That word landed wrong. Inside, the warehouse opened into something impossible—lights strung overhead, generators humming, people moving through the space. Not people. Wolves. She could feel it now, like static in her blood. Every single one of them turned when she entered. Judgment hit her like a wave. “She’s human,” someone said. “For now,” another voice answered. Dante stepped forward, command radiating off him. “Enough.” The room quieted instantly. Ari swallowed. “So… what? This is a pack meeting?”

It was a tight situation for Alexander, who wanted to protect her, but he wasn't going to give up. Although the number of henchmen was quite large, the situation was even easier than it appeared, as the werewolves refused to give up in the face of this problem. They were on the ground, with many henchmen on top of them, even a warrior, Sparta, seemed to be defeated by the henchmen, he was subdued and they were just laughing at him.

I was about to tell them that Derek Novak owned me and harming me would be a big mistake, but was interrupted by Husky before I could speak. “Who cares?” he spoke up. “Anyone who walks past the forest and reaches the fortress is under our mercy. I’m sure her master will thank us for teaching the insolent slave a lesson.” His finger traced one of the scratches on my legs, drawing blood with his protruding claw. He took a whiff of the blood and smiled before tasting it. He smiled. “Sweet.” It was Pitchy who seemed apprehensive. “Perhaps we shouldn’t touch her. We don’t know who owns her.” Still, his eyes were on me, his free hand running the length of my arm.

“Fuck you, human… I’m worried about myself. I’ve yet to be born. I want to feel the wind on my fur and the earth beneath my feet. I’m too young to die.” “Don’t worry, you won’t die today—I’m a Judan in three martial art forms, man or wolf. I’m kicking his ass for doing that to Dale.” Before Kirk could move, there was a howl, a sound so menacing Ethan dropped the knife.