Talon 소설 & 이야기

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What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.

Talon walked beside me, his arm occasionally brushing mine, a silent reassurance that he was there even if my father wasn’t. “He’ll show,” Talon said, his voice low as we followed Scarlett and Logan toward the first exhibit. “Maybe he got stuck in traffic or something.” I nodded, but the words felt hollow. “Maybe,” I said. “Or maybe he changed his mind.” We wandered through the exhibits, the kids pressing their faces against the glass, pointing at the brightly colored fish and the stingrays gliding through the water. Talon crouched beside Logan, pointing out a sea turtle swimming lazily in its tan

Alfonso tried as much as possible to make sure his tone sounded neutral. Talon huffed and puffed, finally seeing he had no choice. “I’ll race you to the clearing, let's see which of us has gotten slower.” Talon waited for Alfonso to tuck his clothes under the tree. They both shifted into their wolves. Talon was considered evil by Madelyn, but his wolf’s fur begged to differ. Talon’s fur was brown, with gray patches on it. His eyes were bloodshot red — Alpha eyes and when the moonlight reflected in them you could see the rings of gold around it.

Talon stood at his impressive height and looked down at me like I was an annoyance. "Can't say it's a pleasure, your debacle with your talons made me miss my target. I don't miss," he said firmly with a hiss through his constantly visible fangs. Talon's son who looked identical to him was watching our exchange and seemed entertained. "My son Kozani. He wasn't with me or I would have definitely gotten my target," Talon said firmly and his son nodded, taking my offered hand and shaking it. Frankly both of them gave me the heebeegeebees. Mystrel entered with our grandc

Hoping to gain a better understanding of the situation, I leaned in, eagerly awaiting Talon's response. His features softened, and he shook his head. "No, I would never engage in a fight with him unless he posed a direct threat to you. My intentions are purely rooted in keeping you safe. I simply don't want you near him anymore. There's something off about him, and it worries me," Talon explained, his voice filled with earnest concern.

He ordered and stepped closer to me. “What are you doing.” I asked in a short whisper. “ I’ll be marking you Tala.” He replied while he brought his face closer to mine. “Marking me? Why? I don’t understand-” “Shh- you ask too many questions Tala.” Logan’s voice was soft but yet intimidating. I shifted my gaze trying to look for Lucas but I coudjbt see him. “ Trust me Tala, relax.” His mouth came closer to mine, my breath clogged up in my throat and my head rolled back as he sunk his canine deep into my neck.

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

“Did you think I would give you up to a monster like him?” “I wouldn’t blame you if you did.” His fingers caught my chin as he urged me to look up at him. “I would never break my promise of protecting you.” “What happens at the match?” “We fight until one of us kills the other.” “You can’t be serious, Maverick! Talon is a killer, and he feeds on weak creatures every chance he gets. He’s a lot stronger than you think.” “He might be strong, but I’m the Alpha. Don’t underestimate my strength.”

Blood stains—hold them, rise. Kevin Talon sat on a fur-draped bench, claws retracted, his pine-and-smoke scent a faint anchor, barely cutting through the herbs’ pungence, a new forearm scar visible under his rolled sleeve. His dark hair was loose, brushing his jaw, amber eyes soft but steady, locked on Sam—Mara’s tension, Jasper’s silence, Lila’s trembling hands. Love was his core—Sam safe, the pack whole—but Tess’s fever gnawed, doubt creeping, his plan to scout the Frostborn camp now a risk too great. His claw mark tattoo pulsed red, a vow to her, urging him closer. Shade, his wolf, growled low, gravelly, his black-and-red form pacing, eyes narrowed. She’s f