- Could not. I really couldn't, John. All that I could afford myself was to invisibly follow you so that I would not be suspected of anything, and as soon as the opportunity arose, I would immediately come to your rescue, which, however, I did. I knew that Cyrus was up to something, but what - I found out only today, and even then not completely. He doesn't particularly like to let the Hunters in on his plans. What's on his mind, only he knows. But I found out about the girl shortly before her abduction."How do I know you weren't sent?" John squinted, taking a small sip of coffee.- Nowhere. I'm just asking you to trust me, like in times past.Sadness flickered in the man's eyes. Longing for the old past, where the three of them - Red, John and Bjorn - were like one family, ready to stand up for each other, turn their backs or a strong shoulder, but now ..."It won't be easy, almost impossible," John replied wearily, leaning back in his chair and closing his eyes.- You said "almost"
Another terrifying blow followed, after which the angry voice of the leader of the Night Shadows sounded:- Black, damn bastard, open it now, I know you're here, I can smell your lousy cologne! If you don't open it now, I'm going to blow the damn door off its hinges!- So what do we do? I'm assuming they're the ones you, John, stole the girl from. I'm right?Black nodded in the affirmative and headed towards the hallway.- Damn, as luck would have it, I forgot the blades in the car, - cursing softly, he went to the door. - What do you want, Jack? - this time the voice of the man sounded harsh and confident."You took something that doesn't belong to you," Willow's voice sounded distinctly angry. His voice trembled slightly from barely contained anger. - Give me back the girl."Here you go," John chuckled, looking at the Western Clan wolves through the peephole in the door. - Dreaming, bald dog. The girl belongs to me."Sssssssssssssssssssssssssssss," hissed Jack, furiously exposing hi
Darkness. Around pitch darkness and absolute silence. "Where the hell am I, and what the hell happened?" Thoughts were confused in my head, not allowing me to concentrate, and there was also a smell of dampness and mustiness.Amy tried to move, but for some reason her body refused to obey her, and there was also a feeling that she was tied.Dampness. Mustiness. Very close, probably a few steps away from her, something drips, like water on a stone and cold floor, but the girl was not completely sure of this.“Hey,” she called softly, but in response she heard only an echo that reflected her voice from the walls of this strange room. - Is there anyone alive here?Again an echo, and then again a deep silence, absorbing all sounds around. Silence that absorbs life itself.Unpleasant goosebumps ran down Emily's back, it seemed to her that something was coming. Something bad and very, very dangerous. The sensation made the hairs on her skin stand on end, and cold perspiration appeared on he
“Perhaps,” he nodded, smiling only with a corner of his lips, his eyes remained all the same impassive and cold. - But not now, a little later. As long as I need you. By the way, are you hungry? - the change of topic was so swift that the girl was slightly taken aback, opening her mouth in surprise. - If you want, I'll feed you. What do you prefer? Maybe raw meat with blood, or something cooked on fire is closer to you?- I... - Amy didn't know what to say, so she just closed her mouth, afraid to say anything at all to this strange guy.- Well, let's go upstairs, and have dinner there, - the old man smiled as if he had not just threatened her with imminent punishment. - Get up, why sit down!Amy, somehow recovering from the behavior of the Head of the Coven, carefully stood up, holding on to the damp and terribly cold wall, but still did not take her eyes off her jailer.Cyrus, with a satisfied grunt, headed towards the stairs, whistling cheerfully something under his breath.- Let's
Imagining this sight, Amy burst out laughing and almost fell down the stairs. Wow, how did she manage to get up so fast? Probably, while her thoughts were far away, while she indulged in dreams about a man who conquered her girlish heart at first sight, her legs purposefully led her to the exit from the basement upstairs, to where the Head of the Coven of Hunters, Cyrus, had disappeared.The climb took about five minutes, maybe a little more. The legs themselves led the girl to the intended goal. The higher Emily climbed, the darker it became: the light that illuminated the entire basement was not enough to illuminate the staircase as well. Therefore, the girl soon found herself in pitch darkness.It was hard and extremely uncomfortable to walk by touch, it seemed that by taking another step, you could stumble or even step into the abyss, because you can’t even imagine where the steps will end. Maybe there will be a passage leading to the door, or maybe there is a cliff waiting for he
- Get up.Willow, ceasing to tremble, immediately obeyed the order of the Prince of the Frostwolves.Yes, who would have thought that after so many years of unsuccessful searches, when all the clans no longer looked forward to finding the prince alive, he would be here, in this clearing, healthy and full of strength. While still being a Hunter! And that was the worst. How will the wolves take all this now? Yes, of course, they will be glad that the prince of the blood was still found, but will they be glad that their prince, even without knowing who he really is, killed his fellow tribesmen?“Your highness…” the black wolf began, but the prince interrupted him.- Don't, don't call me that. I don't know what's in your heads and why you call me that, but I'm not who you took me for. I'm just a hunter...“You are no ordinary Hunter. Hunters are inherently not ordinary, and you are even more so, because royal blood flows in your veins. Blood of Aelho, leader of the Frostwolf clan.- But..
Forest. Dark and almost impenetrable. He seemed to freeze in anticipation of something terrible, fateful. You can not hear the singing of birds, the chirping of insects; not even a breath of wind was felt. And around - pitch darkness, not allowing the pre-sunset light to penetrate into its territory. The forest was getting ready. He was preparing to take into his coniferous embrace the wolf brethren that were in such a hurry to come here.Yes, in a few hours the night of the Blood Moon will come. The time when the power of the Wolf becomes prohibitive, almost limitless. A time when even the Hunter is practically helpless before the Beast. At this time, the Wolves are merciless and ruthless, they destroy those who threaten all wolf clans - the Hunters. There will be a fight. A fierce fight that leaves no hope that both opponents will come out of it alive. No, either one survives, or no one. Someone is bound to fall.Since time immemorial, there has been a war between Wolves and Hunters
- I understand you, John, I really understand ... - Jack began, but Black immediately interrupted him:- What can you understand? Have you ever been charged with such responsibility as the life of a person dear to you and the legacy of wolves? Have you been dubbed by your own brethren the prince of the blood? Do they have high hopes for you, predicting to become the king of the Northern clan, when the current ruler retires, transferring power to his heir? - the man's voice vibrated with barely restrained anger, his eyes began to glow, and long and very sharp claws grew sharply on his hands, saying that Black could break loose at any moment.- No, but..."Then don't say you understand me, Jack!" All conversation is over. I don't want to talk about this topic anymore. Better let's decide what we're going to do tomorrow, because I'm not stupid enough to go to a meeting with the Head of the Coven without any support and cover. I think he will set a trap for me, but I do not want to be pre