Hunger Games Tribute Guide 소설 & 이야기

We head out towards the armored SUV and I start it up. I haven’t seen the rest of the Gammas since my return, and hopefully they’re all not worked up like Levi here. The brides were an unwelcome addition to our peaceful lives, and I know they feel the exact same way as me. We don’t want this but know it would benefit our Alpha. “Section 33 today?” I ask, and watch as Levi reaches for the tablet on the dash. “Six unpaid tributes, three late for the last two months,” he says as he scrolls down the list of our debtors. “Ex Rogue packs.”

Beth took a small step back, she was happy here and while she was sure Lillah, with her huge belly full of the egg she was required to provide, was genuine in her concern, Beth did not need the pity. “There are seven ‘trials’; one every two days after an Omega is chosen as tribute. This is from the final trial.” Beth indicated the left side of her face, so badly burned that despite the healing prowess of a wolf-shifter it had never recovered. “They take the stone from the trial prior, heat it in the campfire. When the flames have died you kneel in the ash and press your face to the stone. Every unmated male of age takes their fill, and when they are done it is over but, if you lift your head

"Because after that year, you will receive a legal dissolution with no claim on your pack. You will become the Alpha of the Crimson Moon in your own right. As an engagement gift, I will not massacre Erik's pack. Do we have a deal?" My mind raced. To become an Alpha in my own right was a dream I thought had never would come true. But there was always a catch. Before I could answer, a commotion outside interrupted us. Erik barged into the room, looking rugged and exhausted, with Rose trailing behind him. Rose immediately fell to her knees, crying dramatically. "Please, do not harm our Luna! Take me as a tribute instead!" It was a convincing performance, but I saw her checking Erik’s reaction o

Honed her vision. The weapons had been set aside. She noticed that when she entered the cave. She caught the gleam of a giant battle axe, scrolled with ancient runes down the handle and twisted designs on the blade. She lunged for it, her adrenaline and need to fight overpowering the drugs that slowed her. The axe was heavy. It took all her strength to heft it, and when she turned, she stumbled. She flew blindly forward, yelling out as she did. “Alexander Phaethon!” He turned at the last second and dodged, the raised blade that he’d intended to sink into his alpha glistening above his head, ready for her instead.

“I don't need a lecture on the obvious.” She looked toward the centerpiece of the room. “I have a gift prepared that will settle this. Even if Scarlett is kin, she is a weakling. I will show the Ridge who the true Luna is.” The time for the Tribute arrived. Bria waited until the end, seeking the maximum impact. When she pulled the shroud from her gift, the hall fell into a stunned silence.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

I nodded and led the way back to the main room. While Amphidocus sat and ate, the girls peppered him with questions, mostly wanting to know how the remaining tributes were holding up. I stayed at the back near the exit. Deciding that I should probably make myself busy elsewhere, I turned to leave. I didn’t get very far before I felt someone tug at my elbow.

Mira made a choked sound. “I swear it,” Garrick said solemnly. Later, in the small cabin she shared with Mira, Elara packed a single satchel: healing herbs, her mother’s old journal bound in soft leather, a change of clothes, the moonstone pendant Selene had worn until the day she died. Mira watched from the doorway, arms wrapped around herself. “I’m coming with you.” “You can’t. The tribute is one female.” “Then I’ll follow anyway. Disguised. Hidden in the caravan. Whatever it takes.”

He tapped a woman on the shoulder—the one in the floral dress who had been crying. "You," Marcus said. "You’ve got a great 'Survivor' look. We’re going to give you a 'Quest-Giver' tag. You’ll be the one who tells the players about the 'Great Awakening.' It’ll be very immersive." "I... I just want to go home," the woman sobbed.

His grip was rough and possessive, forcing me to breathe in the scent of tobacco and pine that clung to him. “You stay in the tribute tower, Maya,” he hissed against my lips, his pupils dilated by the dominance of his beast. “The Valley of Bones is filled with silver gas. One single breath of that shit will collapse your core now that you no longer have the medallion. I will not fight my brother while worrying about keeping you breathing.”