Mutants At Table 9 Novels & Stories

They had the flanking method down to an art. All of the wolves stood up alert and disengaged from me, making a chill run down my spine. What was happening now? I looked in the direction they were looking and saw an older woman walking up into the group, staring at me as if she had just won a prize. She whispered something that I couldn't hear, and before I knew what was happening, one of the super quick mutants leaped forward and hit me on the head, knocking me out. My vision started to fade to black.

She looked at the table. At everyone. “She’s here though,” Sandy said. “In the table.” She put her hand flat on the wood. “Mummy told me. The table holds things.” Marcus pressed his lips together. Looked at Zara. Who was looking at the table with the expression she wore when something was too large for any other expression. “Yes,” Marcus said. “It does.” “So she’s here,” Sandy said. Settled. Back to her food. The table was quiet.

He wondered if the feeling can be experienced by werewolves or was it reserved for humans. “Do you want a bite?” Maru asked him tiredly, and he shrugged. He can't say that he wasn't curious. He must be crazy. “Welcome. Thanks for joining us. There are enough seats at the table.” Peter mentioned, gesturing to the empty seats round the large table. It was a table reserved for kings and their feast. People seated at the table include Clem and Shane, Maya and Curtis, Peter and Melvina, Sheila and Lucille, Derek and Agrip, Ava and little Eva. And of course Anthony.

*Chapter 89* The Table* *Word count: ∼1845~words* Day 561 began with a table. Not a stone slab for war councils. Not a log for dividing kills. A real table, built from joint timber, wide enough for twelve wolves to sit without elbowing each other. It sat in the neutral field between Red Fang and River Claw, under a canopy the council had raised in six days. Luna ran her hand over the wood. Still rough. Still smelling of sap and river water.

Eliana Mushi stood before the projected image, her face pale, the dark bags under her eyes a testament to seventy-two hours of sleepless, frantic decryption. Baraka sat on a repurposed ammunition crate in the front row. To his left sat Jabari, the heavy obsidian mutant leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. To his right sat Musa, the Ferryman’s usual swagger entirely subdued, a dead, unlit cigarette resting between his lips. Behind them, Daniel Maxwell and Neema stood shoulder-to-shoulder, representing the unified front of humans and Actives.

The grand cafeteria at Moonshine College was a place designed to impress outsiders—high vaulted ceilings painted with sprawling murals of wolf legends, chandeliers that threw shards of golden light across polished mahogany tables, and a central fountain that worked softly, its silver wolf statue glaring eternally into the distance. But right now, none of its grandeur could soften the thick tension at Table Nine. Lucas, Liam, Graham, Lily, Maya, and Lena sat together, their trays mostly untouched, each of them had been speaking in quiet, brittle tones until the shadow fell across their table.

Ashton’s POV The war room still smelled like iron and sweat. We’d won. Or at least, we hadn’t lost. Three of the mutated wolves had been driven back from Outpost 7. Their bodies lay outside, black fur, black eyes, and no blood. Just this thick, tar-like sludge that stank of nothing. Xander had his hands on the table, maps scattered under them. His hair was damp. There was a cut on his jaw he hadn’t let anyone touch.

Putting it on the table Vevina noticed that Jax’s hand was covered in gloves and she understood that the bowl he brought was made of silver making her offer her help. Taking it she placed it on the center of the table as he instructed her to and since humans weren’t affected by the silver she seemed to like a superhuman to the little wolves standing before her watching the process. Lagos then stood before the bowl with the book opened in front of him and had Alastor and Vevina stand on either side of the small table facing each other.

I could barely stomach the sight before me. Just then, Damian joined the table. "Not so fair that everyone is eating without me," he said, feigning annoyance and Olivia chuckled. "You should not have come late then, Damian. I guess you're not hungry," Devon replied as Damian pulled back his seat and sat down. "Of course I'm hungry," he said as he began to eat immediately. I turned away my attention from him to the two people I was paying attention to before. Devon, who was sitting at the head of the table and Olivia who was seated opposite me, but closer to Devon.

in order to fully shut them up, I allow Liga lend me some of his power and they all crumbled under my wolf's dominance. Especially Elder Maverick who stiffened, wisely lowering his gaze. “I do not recall asking for your opinion,” I said in a deadly voice.. “She is my mate. My Luna. And you will respect her..” No one dared speak. Satisfied, I gestured to the table. “Sit.” Slowly, cautiously, they obeyed, taking their seats. I sat as well, glancing at Snow. Her cheeks were still flushed, but she wasn’t frightened. No, she looked… amused.