The Broken Wolf Molly の小説・ストーリー

Molly’s voice cuts through the noise, “you have to hold on!” I want to answer her, to tell her I’m fine, but my voice doesn’t come out. My claws are trembling, my body is shifting without control. Karl’s beside her, his eyes glowing faint green from his elven mark. He’s bleeding from his shoulder, but he’s still fighting. The black-eyed wolves are everywhere, crawling out from the broken tunnels like shadows coming to life. Molly lifts her hand, and the air around her explodes into violet light. A burst of fae energy knocks two wolves backward, their bodies slamming against the cave wall. “Over my dead body!” she yells, her voice shaking.

He then shouted at Molly, "What are you doing, young lady? Get in the car! Do you want to be swallowed by that thing?" "I want to move as well, but my legs aren't responding." Molly was already in tears. She had thought about all the dangers that she could have encountered when she came to Domster, but she had never thought she would bump into such beasts. Soon, Jason arrived in front of Molly. A wolf cub was in his hands. The wolf cub's fur was silver and it looked very pretty. The cub wasn't small, either. However, one of its legs was injured and there was a lot of blood.

It locked eyes with the dark brown wolf. Mallory tried moving out of the way but the dark brown wolf snapped at her, keeping her in the area between the two wolves. The dark red wolf backed up and went to lunge. Mallory found herself ducking and the wolf went over her head. It landed in front of Mallory letting out a loud growl and lunged for the dark brown wolf. At the last second Mallory noticed the dark red wolf’s eyes glowing red with an amber ring and knew they were from Red Woods. She was torn between staying with the wolf and continuing her journey for help. If Red Woods were close by she had to let them know what was happening. She took off running.

Only a few more days, okay? ‘Thank you, Molly.' I sniffled, wiping away the tears. ‘Thank you for reminding me. It was a very difficult day and I almost forgot.' ‘I know but it's okay. I got you.' She promises softly, her presence comforting. ‘You're not alone.' Molly has chosen me when I was thirteen, many years before any other werewolf does, which is eighteen.

Jeremy needed his sister. "Tell me everything," Molly demanded, though her voice was still weak. "I want to know all about my children, my nephew, everything I missed..." "Slowly," Dr. Evans cautioned, still monitoring her vital signs. "You need to regain your strength gradually." But Molly's wolf was already growing stronger, drawing energy from her mate bond with Gunner and the pack bonds with her children. Luna reached up with a tiny hand to touch her mother's face, while James made a happy wolf-cub sound.

From behind, the way his shoulders rose with every breath and the way his muscles bulged, told me how he was desperately trying to maintain a grip over his temper. “Your highness, I-I… I didn’t mean to…” Husky was shaking so badly I could barely make out the words. “I didn’t know…” What happened next was unlike anything I’d witnessed before. Derek let go of Husky’s neck and without a single moment’s hesitation, dug his claws into Husky’s chest. I could practically hear the sound of flesh breaking as Derek pulled out Husky’s bloody, still beating, heart. My knees weakened and I found myself falling to the ground. I never imagined – even for once in my life – that I would ever see someone lite

It had the Omega scrambling to his feet and doing what his wolf wanted. Aiden ran as fast as he could out the front door and slid to a halt on the porch. The Omega watched, horrified, as a dark gray and red wolf tackled a small white wolf who was running straight for him. The two wolves tumbled before the gray wolf was flung off.

I spoke with a flat tone and watched the colour drain from his face and fear take over. “Kill him.” He shouted as he shifted into a muddy coloured brown wolf. One that was no match for my own. I ran straight for him, shifting mid air into Khaos' huge black wolf. One of the other wolves came at me from the side as Jack went in for my throat. Both were nothing, as I kicked my back legs out at the unknown rogue and heard the snapping of bones as I shattered his jaw. Followed by his yelp of pain. Jack, seeing that he wasn't going to get my throat veered left and jumped onto my back, sinking his teeth into my shoulder.

Without ever showing him—showing everyone—that she was more than just a weak omega. Rage flooded her system, hot and fierce. She twisted in the russet wolf's grip and sank her teeth into his throat. He released her with a choked yelp, stumbling backward. But there were still three more. The lead rogue shifted back to wolf form—a massive black beast with yellow eyes. He stalked toward her slowly, savoring her fear. This was it. Aria was injured, exhausted, and completely outmatched. Then, from somewhere in the forest, a howl split the air.