- 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
- Do you think I came alone? No, no, - John drawled, hiding a satisfied smile, - you are mistaken.And turning his head towards the forest, he loudly called:- Jack, come here!And as if from the Darkness itself, which envelops the whole space, a wolf came out with bright red eyes, which spoke of his status - the leader of the pack! The wolf moved deliberately slowly, as if adjusting his every step, listening to the sounds, catching every rustle and even the breath of everyone here. Each step was made smoothly and with such grandeur that the graces of the Wolf could only be envied, and the wool ... Yes, in the light of the rising moon, it looked simply amazing! Black, shiny, like silk under the light of silver, long and thick - you wanted to touch this against your will and feel its softness or vice versa - hardness. But I wanted to touch, and this is a fact!Everyone tirelessly watched the approach of this Beast and did not pay attention at all to the fact that after him they also le
The blades in the Hunter's hands flickered with incredible speed, and the man himself moved swiftly.The wolf, with a guttural growl, bared his teeth, showing his bloody fangs and carefully watching the enemy. Stepping back a little, Jer tried not to expose his wounded side, from which blood flowed without ceasing. All Jer's movements began to slow down, because the Hunter's silver weapon is poison for the Wolf. A poison that kills slowly and painfully.The one who was now spinning his blades strove to finish off the Wolf, and the other, being careful not to run into fangs, like their comrade, who was now lying on the ground, soaking it with his own blood, crept up to Jer to deliver a fatal blow from the back. They rushed at Jeremy at the same time. If he was still able to dodge one, then the second one ... The dagger almost to the very hilt entered the other side of the Beast!With a long half-groan-half-groan, the Wolf collapsed to the ground, and the Hunter, who had thrust his dagg
- Wow-ah-ah-arrrrr!!! Cyrus roared and lunged at John.Emily, turning into a She-Wolf, rushed like a nimble fox, flitting between opponents, knocking one or the other down, or sharply attacking from behind, thereby disorienting the enemy and giving her brothers a chance to deal with the Hunters. Yes, she did not stand aside, did not huddle against trees or bushes; she, just like everyone else, attacked her enemy, the one who dared to harm her and her loved ones: John, and Jack, who initiated her in the most brazen way, deceiving her, and Jeremy, who supported her in difficult times. Yes, she helped everyone, but first of all, she helped herself and John!Oh Gods, who would have known how much she wanted to be free! How she longed for simple female happiness and a whole gang of little Wolf Cubs who looked like John! How do you want peace! And for this you need to destroy your enemies, which, in fact, she was doing now.A dash, a flight, a sweep, the enemy falls to his knees - the Wolf,
- No-no! Tears welled up from her eyes and seemed unstoppable. "Please don't do this!" I do not want!A tall man stood in front of her, but it was impossible to see what he looked like, as if some kind of impenetrable and blurry veil hid him.An authoritative and rather rough voice, with some hoarseness, resounded around the room:“Your desires do not concern me at all, escha. I decided so, so you will obey!Then, looking towards one of his warriors, he ordered:-Shackle her! A little later, she will join the other eschs in my palace.- Listen, my lord! - Stretching along the string, rapped out a warrior with dark, like a raven's wing, hair. Then he turned to the girl, holding bracelets in his hands to shackle her in them. - On your knees, escha!"Don't, please, don't!" The girl trembled with sobs as she knelt down. - Do not do that!As soon as she lowered herself, bracelets were put on her hands, shackling her wrists, and a collar made of metal unknown to the girl was closed around h
He took my hand, leaned over and kissed it. Horrible! Give me an antiseptic to treat my limb, affected by his saliva! And it also stank so strongly afterwards that not a single perfume was able to kill this terrible smell! To say that I am squeamish is to say nothing!And for the sake of this boar dinner was started? Yes, if I knew what awaits me, without a conversation I would have agreed to Svetkin's proposal to go to a party with Vadim. But instead, I now have to contemplate this scarecrow for several hours! I feel like I'm in my own personal hell!“Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself: Sifushin Oleg Ignatievich, future partner and, I hope, son-in-law of your father,” this creature on fat legs squeaked.I stared at my father in complete disbelief.— Son-in-law? What the hell, son-in-law? I hissed, eyes flashing angrily.“Irina, I wanted to tell you later, but since it happened, I’ll tell you now. Oleg will become your husband.-What?! We exclaimed with one voice.I recoiled from my