Novel & Cerita Last Of The Mohicans

Morgan struggled desperately under her grip, unable to breathe. His face turned bright red as he frantically clawed at her arms, but June's fingers only tightened around his throat. "June… you've lost your mind…" Only when Morgan was nearly suffocating did June suddenly come back to her senses. The alcohol cleared from her head in an instant. Morgan braced himself against the wall and staggered backward step by step, fear and hatred filling his eyes. "June, you couldn't even stay loyal to your husband. Now he's gone and doesn't want you anymore—you think you can still keep anyone by your side? You think you're any decent yourself? If anyone's shameless and pathetic here, it's you."

“He won’t be able to protect her. She’ll be collateral.” Another pause. “We still want more females for the trade.” “You’ll get them,” I said. “Everything will be settled when the job is done. The pack will be disorganized. They'll look to me.” “Once he’s dead,” the voice said. “When he’s dead,” I agreed. I ended the call and slid the phone back into my pocket. I felt a strange sense of peace. The plan was finally moving. “I heard everything?” I froze. I hadn't heard him follow me.

Cillian looked like he thought about it for a while but then ended up shaking his head, “No, if I’m comfortable I might dally. It’s better to rush things up so we can return to our place of rest.” Mordeu’s smile fell, but he nodded his head, “Of course.” “Years ago, before the revolution of the humans, the first red wolf was born.” Cillian lifted his eyes to meet Mordeu’s own. He wanted to capture desperately any form of discomfort which would decide if he would continue or not. However, Mordeu was unfazed. He just listened intently, standing there like a statue, eyes fixed on Cillian unwaveringly.

(Rick's POV) I am the soon to be Alpha of one of the few Lycan packs in North America. The Forest Mountain Pack is located in the deep wilderness of the very beautiful state of Tennassee. Our current Alpha, Alpha Alix Morris will be passing his title to me in a few months so that he can finally retire and spend more time with his mate, our packs Luna, and also my mother, Luna Ava.

I broke the device stepping on it without even thinking for a second and then I took Victor in my arms wrapped in the sheet. I would take him with me far away from there and I would make him tell me everything he remembered, I understood that wolves were extinct and there were none left, but in my arms was the last wolf in the world perhaps. I had to protect that child who had survived. He was weak, skinny, and perhaps in agony from exhaustion, he reminded me of me for some reason. "I'll keep you safe Victor," I said as I led him to a car not too far from the cabin, to go out on the dirt path to the main road.

He squeezes my hand willing me to believe him. "You're dad agreed that day and he came up with a plan in the following weeks. He found a way to lure them out. I don't know how he did it but he did. They did end up taking Rachel. The planned worked so smoothly I couldn't believe our luck. We found the small location and your dad and mine led the pack and the official war began. We found Rachel all in one piece. We were on the scene so quickly she had only managed to get a couple of bruises, but nothing she couldn't handle. Our pack rampaged through the house and took them down one by one. Although, we never found the leader. We were told the coward fled the country," he finishes.

Despite the great number of barbarians we fought with, the two of them were still able to fight back bravely, and they protected me. "Conrad," Prince Marcus called out to Conrad who was walking our way with the two barbarians helping him. The prince started walking to meet him. "Prince Marcus, you just came on time," he chuckled. The two of them fist-bumped when they got near each other. They talked like they're close friends. We traveled to the Manhakan village between Terra Hella and Ignis Hella, somewhere in the northeast. Conrad, Connor, and I were boarding on a gig carriage. Our horses were mounted by the barbarians. Prince Marcus rides in his horse at our back.

Ricardo Tucci suffered from severe prosopagnosia, constantly mistaking me for my best friend, Ella Henderson. At an antique auction, he won the gem brooch I had coveted for years, only to hand the box to Ella. When I pointed out his mistake, he merely shrugged it off. "It's just a piece of jewelry. Since it suits her, she can keep it." At an exclusive gala, Ricardo walked down the red carpet with Ella on his arm, while I, his actual fiancée, was stopped at the doors, left to endure the humiliating stares of high society. Afterward, his excuse was as careless as ever. "My face blindness got in the way again. Sorry you had to deal with that." On my birthday, he promised to drive us to o

"Sophomore year. You wore that ridiculous flannel that was about four sizes too big." "It wasn't ridiculous." "Mia, it came down past your knees. You looked like you were wearing a tent." "I looked cozy." I felt myself smiling despite everything, the memory surfacing whole and warm, the smoke and the cold air and him showing up an hour late because his dad had needed him to run some errand, apologizing the entire walk over. "You brought me hot chocolate from that gas station because the concession stand ran out." "It was terrible hot chocolate." "It was the worst hot chocolate I've ever had in my life, and I drank the whole thing because you looked so proud of yourself for thinking of it."

Atlas reached out with a numb hand and clicked the radio off. The silence that followed was absolute, terrifying, and profound. The last fragile thread of hope that had sustained us through the nightmare of the Keep snapped in an instant. No armies were coming to save us. There was no safe territory waiting over the mountains. The entire world was burning, devoured by the same grotesque horror that had taken Sia, Timmy, and Marcus. Vanya sank onto a wooden stool, burying her face in her hands as silent, hopeless tears spilled through her eyes. Kenny stared at the black radio with wide, hollow eyes, his shoulders slumping under the weight of total despair.