The Story Of The Wendigo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Jacob Boris stared dejectedly at his pack members, all gathered in a circle around him. He knew all their individual stories: from the college student who was Bitten by a rabid changeling, to the young 14-year old who found herself in the dead of night among a gang of werewolves. Hs knew all their stories, had to listen to each and every werewolf in his pack tell the story of how they were changed the moment they joined his pack . It was one of his many roles as an Alpha, his many, challenging, tiring roles.

I stuttered out my sentence wiping my eyes as I couldn't believe what I was seeing. "Cages? Don't be ridiculous, Ms. Spitz. We're civilized. There is a safe area and then a restricted area. The area is designed based on the Norweigian prison system. It's one of the humane systems in the entire world, it's completely safe for everyone involved. I wonder . . . in your university environment you would never have been able to see a full mating drive? Alphas are restrained in society."

Cain and Zane rose from their seats on full alert and would shift to their wolf form anytime as her eyes meant she’d killed a lot of creatures. Qillalon remained unmoving in his seat. He was trying to process everything that happened in front of him. He couldn’t stop recalling her questions to him. ~What if you learned something bad about me? What if what you see is all a lie?~ "Is this what she meant when she asked me those?" He mumbled to himself. Vesper saw how tense the air became. She laughs, “I’m kidding. A Wendigo is lurking around. I’ll probably take a look at it.” She explains and swiftly disappears right before their eyes.

Nigel said and I clutched my heart. “And I invited him inside my house!” I panicked. “Don’t worry. He’s one of the purebreds, he won’t hurt you or your family, but he broke the treaty when he came on our lands.” “How?” “He wasn’t supposed to set foot in Howling Cliffs. Their territory is Cresttooth Ridge and beyond,” Nigel explained. “If my father ever finds out he came here, there will be a war, which we can’t afford right now.” Nigel told me other things I needed to know about werewolves and vampires, and they weren’t really different from what I’ve read about in the Alpha’s Destiny. “Wow, this is a lot to take in.”

Then I turned to Miranda, changing the conversation ‘Miranda, there is something Athan told me while we were on the balcony. He spoke about a kidnapping ring known as the black hood which likes to take purebloods. Do you know anything about them? ‘That’s scary. People do this.’ Jissa retorted. ‘It is. Really. I feel so scared for our kind. When have we become so debased to fight and kill one of our kind? My elder used to tell me stories about our debacles with the vampires and sometimes witches. I have never heard about in-fighting amongst werewolves. It is sad.’

Orion “GO!” I bellowed at the poisonous mortal, ignoring the flash of pain in her eyes. Azrael groaned as I wrapped an arm around his waist and shouldered his weight, dragging him down the corridor. “Enough, Orion.” Enough? No, I was only getting started. The mortal should feel guilty. I had no doubt in my mind that the Wendigo, whose scent still clung to Azrael’s bleeding body, had been after her. Their kind lived deep within the mountains, only ever traveling as far as the Forest of Ruin.

But Wendigos were sharp creatures that had been terrorising neighbouring Packs around here, and eighty percent of the time they attacked, people died. Well, not this time. I went for the head as planned but it quickly shook me off before I could even act. I landed on the floor again, my resolve unwavering. I ran back at the beast, letting my instincts kick in. I latched at one of the horns and tore it off with my canines before tearing off a good amount of flesh in its arms. The Wendigo screamed fiercely with pain as it staggered backwards.

"Romello, rise my friend. What news have you brought? How successful was our raid on those pups in the North?" "My Lord, our Wendigo army was easily able to infiltrate the pack, thanks to our informant inside, who lifted the protection spell. But we experienced some unforeseeable resistance and lost almost all of them," Romello straightened up but kept his head low. Silence, deadly silence followed his words. Only the clicking sound of his fingernails across the wood could be heard. "Interesting, very interesting. What was that unforeseeable resistance?" The ancient vampire tilted his head, his eyes shimmered with excitement and bloodlust.

I nodded and sit to finish my coffee and let my father finish his meal too. “Thank you, father.” I give my father a big hug which he also returned while chuckling. “Why do I feel like you’re crying?” I sniff and smile, he knows me too well. He taught me everything I need to know that my biological father never could. After two days of preparing everything, we set our foot outside the tribe’s premises. “Bring us some werewolf head!” “Take care!” “We will wait for your hunt stories!” “I’ll give you guys a pint of beer after the hunt!”

Kim's eyes widened. "I mean, I heard from people before that there's a ferocious monster living in this place. Five years ago, a family was murdered by an unknown criminal. When the police examined their corpses, they found out that their body parts, like liver and heart, were missing. Someone saw a werewolf monster roaming around when the moon turned full." Kim's eyes widened again. He didn't know if he believed in werewolves because it was only a story. "Kim, let me tell you that please don't go outside at night," Elder Gina reminded him. "Okay, Elder Gina," Kim agreed.