Tusk Act 4 Requiem Novels & Stories

It didn't take her long to pin down the animal, and even from the distance, I could see her claws sinking into its neck, sliding through flesh and skin as she dragged her claws through it. The animal's legs kicked feebly as T'mara began to kill it, and I could see its blood sinking into the snow, saw some of the flesh hanging limply by its neck as the councilwoman practically sawed through it, soft grunts falling from T'mara's lips as she moved her arms back and forth, claws continuing to sink into the neck repeatedly until the deer laid still, dead. I was staring at T'mara and the animal, a wave of uneasiness, awe and disgust making my stomach clench as T'mara rose to her feet with the limp

"Tobias?" Hearing this, Tobias glanced back. "Homer, you came too." The person who had arrived was indeed Homer. He had also sensed the changes here and rushed over, but he still was not as fast as Tobias. Homer nodded. "What happened here? It's turned into ruins." Tobias sighed. "Some dark practitioners activated a Sacrificial Offering Manifestation." "What? A Sacrificial Offering Manifestation? Hasn't it been banned for ages already? How did it show up again?"

She clenched her heart tightly while I closed my eyes and accepted the rejection. “I, Alpha Alexei Ivanov, Alpha of Crystal Moon Pack accept your rejection.” I felt the bond severing between us and my wolf howl in pain for losing his mate. We both fall on our knees. And I saw her fainting before me. But before I could get up and tackle her I saw my vision getting blurry and soon I lost into the darkness.

Her fingers tightened around it as tears blurred her vision. “We’ll remember you,” she whispered, placing it into the flame. The fire flared briefly before settling, as if accepting her offering. Cassius placed a hand on her shoulder, his touch grounding her. “They would be proud of you,” he said softly. The ritual ended with a solemn howl, the mournful sound rising into the night sky. Zoe shifted into her wolf form, her silver fur glistening under the moonlight, and let out a long, keening howl. The others joined in, their voices blending into a symphony of grief and remembrance.

Elijah shakes his head trying to get his senses back together and we see one of our wolves tearing the man’s head off enjoyably. We turn our heads back to where we saw Chase last and we see him still bellowing at the warlock while she was on her knees begging and crying frantically. We head straight to them. I direct Elijah to get rid of the warlock first before getting the jump on Chase. He should be saved till the end. Just to prolong his suffering and extend it for as long as possible. To let his fear increase and his failure to register. Elijah disposes of the warlock in no time as she doesn’t even put up a fight while she screams for help before her voice gets cut off by the result of h

I wish I can say these words again one day when she remembers me again, when her lips can also remember how my lips tastes again. I kiss her again one last time as I saw how her tears slowly fell down from her cheeks. ‘’Mr. Woods.’’ She whispered. I TAMED HER TOO.

Oh but she had a lot of things in mind, but first, she needed to know where her nana was. "Wh… Where are my nana’s ashes?” Sandra asked defeatedly as she looked at Aztec, hoping to the goddess that this man didn't do something that could ruin her life even more. Of course, he had ruined it at the altar and now he was just pressing on her wound. "I dumped them in the medical waste room,” Aztec said coldly to Sandra who just stared at the alpha blankly. This man couldn't be serious, right? This man was something else.

“A fitting end for a pest like you. Maybe I’ll even raise a glass of tea in your memory.” He ran his blood-red nails over the bone skull, the sound grating horribly against the dead silence of the tomb. “You think a brass toy is going to hold me, Tethys?” I snarled, trying to hide the tremor in my voice as I calculated my next move. “Oh, it won’t just hold you, Kayhan. It will amplify your screams perfectly,” Tethys mocked, stepping closer to the bull. “You really thought you were a mastermind, didn’t you? Stealing weapons, playing the rogue hero. Look at you now. Pathetic.”

"That's right! She promised! She can't kill you!" Marcus frowned. The other warriors began to hesitate. The elders on stage exchanged uneasy glances. In pack tradition, a life-debt was sacred and unbreakable. "Elara…" Thomas said softly, "if you really made that vow…" Everyone was waiting for my answer. They thought I would waver because of that damned oath. That I would lower my weapon, once again a victim of Kaelen's moral blackmail. I looked at Kaelen, at the smug, calculating look in his eyes.