All Chapters of Mage of Wolves: Chapter 261 - Chapter 270

 A soft, rhythmic beeping sound, like a lullaby, soothed me as I began to come back around. I was aware that I was lying someplace comfortable, soft, and warm. I couldn’t open my eyes at first, as they seemed so heavy, but my other senses were coming back to me more quickly. The sense of touch--the soft bed I was lying in, the warm blankets over me; the sense of sound--the melodic beeping of a machine to my right, labored breathing of someone standing near me; the sense of smell--medicinal, clinical, very clean. Wherever I was, it had been cleaned with some pretty strong chemicals recently. My mouth was dry, my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth, which tasted a little acrid and a bit like glue. I wondered if I’d even be able to speak once I came fully to consciousness or if my tongue would be stuck to the roof of my mouth.The more my thoughts came back to me, the more I realized

I knew I was asleep, but it felt like I was awake. It felt like I was really standing in a foreign location, a place I’d never been in before, some sort of fantasy realm, and it seemed certain that the woman standing across from me was really there, that she wasn’t just a figment of my imagination.I looked around me at the landscape. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. It seemed like I was floating on an orange cloud, the air around me tinged red, sort of like when I’d walked into that room where everyone was on fire, but there was no smoke, no haze, only shimmering air that seemed to be glowing with a scarlet hue. It surrounded me on all sides, except for the orange billowing surface I was standing on. Even as high as I could see above me, it was moving, reddish air.Across from me, standing about twenty feet away, was Francis

I opened the door to find Nuthatch standing on the porch, the look on his face telling me he had more worries than what I had to say to him. I didn’t invite him in. Instead, I stepped out onto the porch and closed the door behind me. Now that I had eaten lunch, I wanted to go out and do my part to find Fionna, so I wasn’t intending on sitting around in the house, chatting with Mr. Nuthatch. “What did you find out?” I asked him.“Well,” Nuthatch said, taking a few steps back. “I spoke to Mage Jaye, and she is open to the possibility of accepting Miss Flamingo into the school--under one condition.”My eyes narrowed, and I pursed my lips for a second before I said, “If you tell me that that condition has to do with me also attending the school, you’d better get back on that phone because that’s not

If you’ve never had the chance to ride a giant wolf home, you’re missing out. The easiest way for us to get home probably involved me shifting into a wolf or something myself, but I wasn’t in the mood for anything like that at the moment, so Ben shifted, and I carried his clothes, riding on his back. It was actually a lot of fun. He ran pretty quickly, carefully dodging around the low branches and wider tree trunks, the wind blowing through my hair. I kept his clothes and shoes between my legs and wrapped my arms around his neck to make sure I didn’t fall off. When we finally reached home, about twenty minutes after we left Francis’s house, I was a little sad to have to get off so that Ben could shaft back into his human form. I sort of wanted to drop his clothing on the porch and go for another run. It was freeing. I felt like I was one with nature. And… I didn’t have to face Nuthatch while we were on the ru

I’ve been exhausted before. In fact, I had landed myself in the hospital just a few days before this trip to Paris for being exhausted, more or less. But by the time we got into the car to head to the School for Mages, my eyes would hardly stay open. My mind was so foggy, I couldn’t calculate just how many hours I’d been awake or what time it was in Montana. All I knew for certain was that I wanted to deliver Fionna and head back to the airport.I found out on the ride, though, that I wouldn’t be doing that. Not exactly.Nuthatch was sitting in the front seat by the driver, Fionna and I in the back seat. She had her death grip on me as her eyes stared out the window at all of the new sights. I knew she was scared, and I didn’t blame her. She’d just been delivered to another country where she knew absolutely no one, save Nutha