Step It Up 2 Moose Novels & Stories

Iron and Venom, followed by ten companions, had been running for several hours. When they get close to the river banks, they stop and drink. Everyone was very tired, but they refused to stop as the Alphas kept running. “I'm going to hunt for something to eat” – Mark says through the mind link. They sniff the air looking for prey. The scent of an adult moose enters his nostrils. With five of the men, they surround the prey, cutting off all exits. The moose panics when he smells danger, but he has no space to run.

Cara caught it too, and her eyes lit up with excitement as she looked at him. No words were needed, they understood each other perfectly. Silently, they crept forward. Pushing through a dense thicket, they spotted a massive moose grazing by a small stream. Grey Wolf lowered his stance, muscles coiled in anticipation. He waited patiently, ready to shift into his wolf form and strike the moment the prey let its guard down. His fangs eager to tear into its throat. But before Grey Wolf could do anything, Cara had already made her move. She pulled out a pouch of powdered herbs from her leather bag, positioned herself upwind, and sprinkled it toward the moose.

he chuckles, his minty breath fanning over my face as he rests his head on mine. “I can think of a few things,” I gripped his hand resting on my waist with mine, dragging it up my body and helping him palm my breast through my shirt. His breath hitches, an airy moan leaving his mouth. “Are you serious?” he asks as I flex my hand over his, making him knead my chest with a little more force. It took him about half a second to take over, gripping my hardened nipple between his fingers. I shrug, “Jeeper Creepers isn’t really something that will put me in the mood.”

"A moose. Right there in his own habitat. That's something city folks don't see every day. Hell, I don't see it every day." Shasta looked past Blake as the plane circled above a small marsh. A huge moose with broad antlers stood knee-deep in emerald-green water, contentedly munching on water grasses. "That is a bull Eastern moose. He's about eight hundred pounds of bad attitude, and he stands as tall as I do, six and a half feet at his shoulders." He grinned at her. "He's a majestic beast. But you don't want to ever get close to him. They're pretty dangerous."

It moved a bit like the celestial polka, but even more dangerous with Russia’s hag in the lead. Morozko set out into the woods down an overgrown path past the stream. The land steamed where his feet met it. Sometimes he would take a leap like an elk and leave two large indentations like a Soviet missile crash. At this he laughed and skipped. He was, after all, still more boy than man, and found delight in small things.

At the dinner that was meant to formally acknowledge my place in the family, Lydia wept and asked if I would admit, before every guest in the room, that she was the Harrow family's only daughter. The roomful of silk and perfume went still. Seven years ago, the parish birth register and letters left by my grandmother had proved that I was the Harrow family's own daughter, lost years before. Yet since I was brought back to London from the countryside, I had been kept in the most remote wing of the house, never presented for the Season, never once named in a family announcement. It was only when my great-uncle, who administered my grandmother's estate, came to the door demanding answers that F

He took off again, running through the woods towards the sound of rushing water. When we came to the river, the first thing we all saw were the group of moose drinking from the stream. They looked peaceful, safe. But they were in for a huge surprise. My beast bit back a growl. She was hungry and she was determined to get ourselves a nice and juicy moose for the pack. It would show everyone that we are capable of killing something too. "The females get the first kill. Go ahead ladies," Henry said, nudging his mate forwards. She looked back at Lila, Brayleigh and I.

All she could think of was the 1000-pound animal about a kilometer from where she stood. Kill! The voice in her head commanded, and she raced like a bullet towards the moose. The moose looked up suddenly and let out a terrified bellow, scampering as it tried to escape the predator. In a matter of seconds the wolf had the moose in its grip, not letting go as the animal struggled to escape. There was a harsh rending sound as the wolf tore its prey in two, its organs falling to the ground.

She excitedly told my dad, “Do you think getting into college is easy? Her score was twentieth in her class! Only two students in her school passed the top university threshold this year. Isn’t that good enough?” She handed me a new tablet she just bought a few days ago. Then, she told my dad she wanted to go on a trip and dragged me along. We went to Trivora. After a cruise on the river, we visited the Trivora Eye. My dad, who was afraid of heights, stayed behind, so only Scarlett and I went up. As we went higher, the lights below shimmered like a vast ocean while the river wound through it like a dark, unbroken thread.

she asked, her voice sharp. "I'm not making a scene. I'm being serious. I've got things to do, so I'll leave you all to it." With that, I turned and walked out of the room, not looking back. As soon as I took a few steps, the murmurs started behind me. "Joseph is so dramatic." "Hugo and Luna's video blew up, and our studio got a lot of sponsorships. That's a good thing! Why make a fuss over it?" "I know, right?"