Jungle Fury Casey の小説・ストーリー

I could not make sense of what could have happened to Casey. Our father was already locked away. Who else could hate him so much that they would do this? Pain twisted through me like a knife. I nodded frantically. “Yes… Yes, I’m his sister. He’ll need blood, won’t he? I can give it. I’ll give him whatever he needs!” Casey trembled violently from the pain, yet he still muttered under his breath, “No… I don’t have a sister…” Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy was not contagious, and both of us had extremely rare blood types that were difficult to source on short notice.

Solo. My body hurts. My head stumbles. Lucas is in where? One hears a door creaking open. I sit quickly. It's him. Lucas here. His face is damaged, blood splattered over his temple. But his eyes, wild as they are, Very desperate. ravenous. Furious. He comes to me in a storm. down to his knees. Grasp my face between his hands. "Are you hurt?" He speaks in a raw manner. I give a shake of my head. "I—":

"Maria, this is Mr and Mrs Hamilton and Sophia Hamilton. They are..." "Casey's Family. It's a very big honour to meet you all. May we step onto my office so we can go through some basics" We step in and each take a seat. "Okay, so Casey came to us around a week ago via ambulance once their aircraft had touched down in America from Brazil. She was groggy as she was heavily sedated on the way here, and she's had 3 surgeries. 2 major surgeries to put a lot of her stuff back in place. When they found her, she had her first surgery in Brazil to remove 3 knives. They were situated in her stomach and two in her thighs.