The Crowolf. When Love Crosses Species. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

They all gathered under a big tree with its branches spreading widely like an open palm of a giant. The cold light of the moon made them all visible - clear silhouettes stood out in the cold moonlight. Dean was towering over them all. However, one thing had to be concealed - his true name. From now on, he was Dervel.Dean stood in the center, his heart heavy with grief, his senses acutely aware of every rustle in the underbrush. He had to play the role well, otherwise the whole intricate plan would fall apart.[five hours before]I need love. I need love! - Dean screamed into the open sky, feeling so lonely like never before. His anguished cry tore through the stillness, a raw and desperate plea that seemed to echo through the very fabric of the universe. With each breath, his chest heaved, and his golden eyes shimmered with unshed tears.He was already a full-grown, mature man realizing that the lack of a mate was the heaviest burden he had to carry. Now, having lost his brother, he

“Oh! Come on! You’re pulling my leg! Right? Whether white or black or any other girl’s flesh tastes exactly the same. ”“If that was the case, I wouldn’t have a collection of carefully selected patches of skin in my room. Believe me, man, every single one comes from a body which had a special flavour.”Patrick shook his head in disbelief. In reality, he didn’t give a damn what the werewolf was talking about, but he wanted to get access to the pack’s secrets through one of their members. Jig happened to be the chosen one, a naive macho, for whom thinking wasn’t the strongest side. He followed blindly his werewolf desires and became a prisoner of its instinct. Hunting for girls was his addiction and he couldn’t wait until the next freshly caught lady was chewed with his sharp teeth.“Man, you’re talking about it as if it was at least a piece of heaven in your mouth. I didn’t know the werewolf taste could be so sophisticated.”“Ha!” Jig shifted into a wolf. “You didn’t know about werewol

The dimly lit room spun around Jenn, and her thoughts floated hazily through her mind. The bottle in her hand was nearly empty when she burst out with maniacal laughter, almost breaking the glass against the table.With every passing moment, her inhibitions seemed to fade away, replaced by a reckless abandon that alcohol often brought. Her laughter echoed through the big house, a mix of melancholy and euphoria blending into a haunting melody.“Just one f*cking step from putting an end to this who*re! Just one f*cking step! You’re a traitor, Stacy! Blo*dy dwarf! You’re just like any other man, so naive and foolish…”Just as Jenn was beginning to lose herself completely to the intoxication, a sharp knock reached her ears. The sound cut through the fog in her mind, and she frowned, struggling to make sense of the intrusion. Her bleary eyes flicked towards the door, and she stumbled to her feet, swaying unsteadily."Who is this?" she muttered to herself, her voice slurred. She staggered t

Pale fingers, as white as a bedroom sheet, did not move. Jenn laid on the floor with her eyes open - once vibrant, now empty and glassy. Samuel breathed heavily in the eerie silence of Jenn’s living room. After his emotions dwindled, he finally understood what he had done. At first he could not believe it, but as the time passed, he decided to stay strong - no alpha could let himself have a moment of doubt.Next to Jenn’s fingers laid a black necklace with a padlock - a gift from Dervel. It made a stark contrast to the blood-red roses in the vase on the nearby table. The scent of roses, once a symbol of their passion, now mingled with the metallic tang of blood, creating a haunting aroma that hung heavy in the air. Samuel's sinewy hands reached out to pick up the necklace, his fingers tracing the smooth, dark surface.What the hell is it? Did you really become Dervel’s object?The padlock itself intrigued him - it looked like a symbol of her imprisonment.What did you do it for? Thos

“My name is Patrick. I am your father, my child. ”Bianca stared at him with an open mouth. She could not remember a thing from her past. The sight of a handsome, a bit older man who declared to be her father was special in terms of two things: first of all, she stopped being so alone in this world and, secondly, she could finally learn something about her past.“But… I just don’t remember you. I’m sorry, but I don’t remember anything!”Her tears could not stop falling. She tried to hide her eyes behind the shaking palm of her hand.“Don’t be shy to cry, darling. It’s all good. You just need to know you’re among friends. I will take care of you.”Patrick put the warmest smile on his face he could, and hugged Bianca, leaning over her bed. When she hid her face in his arms, he could finally take off his mask and stop smiling.It is my time now. Don’t screw it, Patrick. Just imagine Melany watching us now!"Tell me!" she begged, her voice quivering with emotion. "Tell me everything about