Whitney From The Most Dangerous Game Novels & Stories

Claire's eyes brightened. "Yes. White loved me," Harriet said. "I knew it wasn't healthy of course, and with the demand, you, Claire, were making for him to make you human, it only made him power-hungry. He didn't know what to do of course, so I said that I would help him. I told him what to do. I gave him the right combinations, and he made the deadliest whispers in history, equally making me more powerful. He never knew I was a Steele of course, and that whatever he did to you all would affect me. I used that to punish the Baron, and I turned him to a whisper." "Apparently, I had just discovered then that White, now all-powerful, thanks to the shared powers of the sisters, save for mine, h

Kimberly looked at the horizontal scar that ran across the man’s left cheek which was a constant reminder of one of the missions they had embarked upon. A suicide bomber had ran into her team, causing most of them to take shrapnels to their limbs and torsos. She was lucky to have come out unscathed. “Look over there” Their guide said pointing to a cloud of dust from afar. Kimberly immediately looked into her binoculars and saw a vehicle speedingly approaching the huts, while leaving a trail of dust behind. The childen stopped their game and watched the old pickup truck come to a halt. Three men alighted from the vehicle, entered one of the huts and dragged out five people with hoods over the

I began to panic out of fear. "Please be alright," I said to the wind, hoping a guard did not take her to have his way with her. I shifted and followed her scent. Clay and Maxwell copied me, and we began to follow her scent. We moved for an hour, tracking her scent and faint footsteps. We saw an indentation on the ground where she must have fallen while running. Was she naked, or did her helper give her clothes? I was troubled. Her scent led all the way to the highway and disappeared. I smelled the burnt tire scent and howled at the moon. Scarlett had hitched a ride. I plopped by the side of the road, distraught. I did not know what to do.

Whitney replies. Whitney is the daughter of Alpha Preston. His pack, Dark Coastal Forest, is the sole pack in Southern Florida. Basically, everything from Orlando down was his territory. Alpha Preston’s cousin Alpha Rosalynn has all of Northern Florida. I love Rosalynn; she is a tough bitch and will gladly put any man, of any species, in his place if he thinks a woman can’t be Alpha or in charge. Her pack respects her, and I know Alpha Preston has her back no matter what. I let Whitney know I understand, and she says I am welcome to come with them as well. I have been to their pack before, and everyone was more than welcoming. I tell her I might pop in after the bar-b-que.

She looked at me, Whitney was smiling. Pietro was struggling to removed her off of him. "Get off me!" he commanded, but she never moved instead she started growling again. "It seems she doesn't listen to you. She doesn't consider you her alpha." Natasha who has calmed down and was sitting beside a stump. "Shut up, Natasha" Pietro said angrily as he tried removing Whitney off him. He looked at me with anguish, "Get her off me!" Whitney bit him before she ran to me. His hand which she bit never stopped bleeding, "Why you--!" he held his hand and ran away.

With his anger surging, he grabbed Whitney by the neck while roaring, “You know how much I detest such foul trickery…! What kind of fucking drugs did you even use…?!” Though her throat hurt and she could already feel shivers running down her spine, Whitney wasn’t about to give in now! After all, she had made sure to apply plenty of Jennie’s perfume, and she had even slipped some psychedelics into Zivon’s drink! She just needed to hang on a bit longer and he would surely be hers! With that, she stared at him with pitiful eyes as she replied, “Honey, I…! I didn’t do anything…! I’m scared…! Please, is everything alright…?!”

Whitney yelled at him. Even though she disliked him showing off regardless of his own life and death, Whitney still squatted in front of him and carefully inspected his wounds. “Fortunately for you, there aren’t any fatal wounds.” Jenson was already gasping at the moment. He did not even have the strength to speak. He merely stared at Whitney and her glaring eyes. He secretly thought to himself, ‘She’s indeed a tigress.’ “Can you walk?” she asked. Jenson could not even speak, so surely, he had zero strength to stand up.

Whitney was dizzy from the impact, staring dumbly at Shane. Shane glowered at her. "You f*cking bitch! I almost died today because of you!" He turned to his men after that. "Make sure all the losses here are paid for. Not a word about this goes out." His men hurried to nod. Homer and the rest fled the scene not long after. Whitney was the only person left in the hall. A long while later, she broke down wailing in what was a mix between a sob and a scream before falling onto the ground, bursting into tears.

George's POV My men moved, and as they approached her. I felt a strong urge to stop them, to protect her. But I couldn’t. I was the Alpha King, and I had to do my duty, even if it hurt me inside. Whitney crouched a little, her hands clenched into fists. Her eyes, usually bright and warm, were now like cold, hard stones, showing danger. She looked ready to fight, to overcome anything in her way. This wasn’t the Wendy I knew... She seemed like a wild animal, trapped and ready to attack.

Some looked confused as hell. They didn’t know. They didn’t see what I saw. They didn’t know what it felt like to fall for the enemy. To believe in someone the rest of the world wanted dead. To lose them in slow motion and walk away before the light left their eyes. Whitney ordered for the cars that were supposed to come to us after the attack… They planned it all carefully, the strong ones raced back in their wolf form… without looking back at me. She didn’t offer her hand. She didn’t wait. She just moved like I was expected to follow.