Twill Hunger Games Novels & Stories

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Third Person's POV Back at the Blackthorn Pack, Lance had been at the Ministry of Justice since that morning. Priscilla sat there in a daze. When Adelaide came to greet her, Priscilla quickly grabbed her hand and asked, "What's the real story with Willow? Is she really Hunt's daughter?" Adelaide replied, "It's true. Besides Wilorina—now known as Willow—other women are likely being sent to powerful packs as well." "Why would they do that? Even as a breeder's daughter, she's still Hunt's daughter. Why send her to such a seedy place? Isn't that embarrassing for her?" Priscilla questioned.

If I am fast enough, the hunter will simply think he is seeing things. Tilly drops to the ground sobbing. She has seen me and, rather than causing a distraction, she has decided to become awkward. With his free hand, the hunter drags her along the ground by her hair. Keeping a tight hold of the wolfsbane in the other hand. Tilly was hitting out at him, but with the bandages on her hands, he wasn’t even flinching. Now that I know, the wolfsbane can’t hurt her. I race forward to save my innocent pack member.

I already felt like I was starring in a fucking soap opera. It hardly mattered who had messed up anymore. It happened and I needed to fix it. I would just give out two scholarships. It wasn't like it would cost me much of anything. Willow would be taken care of. I picked up her essay again, skimming over the lines. I had to know more about this girl because I didn't know if I could get her out of my head otherwise. I looked up and found Virgil watching me. "Miss Taylor—or Willow as she likes to be referred—got my phone number and called me last night." His eyebrows lifted but he remained silent.

Willow resumed jumping up, and I bit my tongue hard. This was the first time after the death of our parents that I'm seeing her this excited. She's always been. Right, but not to this extent.. This was completely extreme and....It didn't make any sense. If Willow has any idea of what I'll be going through in that monster's hands, then she wouldn't be jumping around happily. She'll even hate Lucian so much. “Oh, I'm so hungry.” Willow groaned, and I knew she was starting her little practice.

My alarm was going off so I rolled over and turned it off. I heard my mother hollering from down the stairs. "Willow get up. Your going to be late." I pulled the blanket over my head and yawned. I knew I should've went to bed earlier but I was just starting to get into a really good book and I just couldn't put it down. My name is Willow Addison. I am sixteen and starting my junior year in high school. I have always been a bookworm I guess you can say. Not that I didn't have friends but I have just always been into my studies. I kept impecable grades and stayed out of trouble.

“Take it to her right away. She has to drink it while it’s still hot.” I watch as Glenn calls to Tully, taking her to their tent to sort out their little problem. A minute later, Willow joins me, scrunching herself up in a little ball on the log, curling her arms under her body as she stares into the crackling fire. Her lips are blue and she’s shivering so wildly that I'm afraid she'll fall off. “The fire’s not helping?” I ask. “Not even a little.” “Don’t you have some magic you can use?”

She drove as fast as she could, only leaving a note for her mother in case she looked for her. “Nope. I was waiting for you. I didn’t want to eat until you got here.” Ainara rolled her eyes. “You really planned a hunger strike? Aren’t you on medication?” Andres stifled a smile. “It worked though, right? You’re here.” He cleared his throat. “You haven’t eaten either, have you? You’re always grumpy when you’re hungry.” Ainara didn’t respond. “I’ll just serve the food. I made braised meat. I’ve been craving it. I copied the recipe you wrote in that little notebook on your bedside table.”

She can’t possibly endure more. I thought. But Killian was already off. Heading back downstairs. That was the question he’d been asking. Could she take more? Willow was a creature of pure lust. The more Killian brought, the more she took. I finally had to rally the others to draw them to a far corner and feed them their rations. But soon they had returned to eat standing over her. Wearing those paralyzed expressions. I was too tired to watch. Soon going to sit with Killian at the table as he skimmed the pages.