Aronzo is a thirty-year-old dog changeling that came to the club with his best friend, Donas. Aronzo had seen his last girlfriend, Ana, when he entered the vicinity of the club, he'd immediately gone in pursuit of her, leaving his best friend to enter the club alone. He was making out with Ana in the bathroom, almost about to penetrate her when the music suddenly stopped, and everywhere went dead silent. Very unusual for the club. So, he'd gone out to see what was going on, only to see the Alpha King standing at the door of the club, staring at...! A shiver of cold fear went down Aronzo's back when he realized that the dark glare coming from the Alpha King was directed at his best friend, Donas, and one extraordinarily beautiful small woman he has his hands all over in the middle of the dancefloor. This is not good. This is not looking good at all...! As he stepped forward into the dancefloor Aronzo's suspicions were confirmed by the scent of the woman Donas was holding. What the
The pitiful look the other males of the club were giving him began making more sense. Damn, no wonder everybody kept their distance away from the woman!"P-Please, A-Alpha King, I c-can explain...!" He directed to the male stalking closer to him, fear in the very air he breaths, "Please, I c-can—"Wolfariane reached him, grabbed him with one hand, and lifted him off his feet so effortlessly. Everybody gasped in horror. He did not spare them a glance.Instead, he cocked his head to the side, "What exactly do you think you can explain, Dog?" He asked in that deceptive calmness of his before he flung the dog-male across the room.Donas crashed into the musical instruments and landed in a heap, with a loud bang that resounded through the very quiet building. Everybody gasped again, but they didn't dare breathe out loud. No one wants to be focused on, in a situation like this."Jesus!" Ismena shouted, stunned. She covered her mouth with her hands.Wolfariane wasn't done. He stalked toward
In the darkness of the night, in a deserted route where the wildness and the crickets of the night were heard, two figures were seen. The huge figure of a male walking in slow, steady steps with a very drunk female wrapped in his arms. The long silver-gold mane that is his hair was in complete contrast with the night, resting beautifully down his back.Upclose, his handsome chiseled face was drawn in a dark frown, his lips curved in a snarl. While, the woman in his arms was singing out excitedly, drunkenly."I can seeeeeeeee the foreeeeeest! It's so beautifuuuuul! So many aniiiiiiiimals in the riveeeeer!" Hiccup, hiccup. "I can smeeeeeeell the roooooooses! They are danciiiiing in the wiiiiiiiiiiild!!!""Keep. It. Down." He commanded, for the umpteenth time, through gritted teeth. "Where are these beeeeeeeautiful staaaaars coming frooooom!? Aaaaaah, what a gooooooood dreeeam!" She giggled like the happiest child. "Is this an elephant riiiiiight in froooooont of meeeeeeeeeee!?"Wolfar
"I know, I know. I'm still looking for Algro too. Only he can tell us where the girl is.""Algro is a bástard, I'll kill him when I come face to face with him again." The doctor barked angrily, "While looking for him, look hard for Hazel's mother. Once we find the mother, we already have the child."Minutes after the call ended, Simon refilled his glass with more beer, his eyes on the blue glassy swimming pool of the hotel but his mind was so far away.All these shouldn't be happening. After the laboratory burned down and their experiments escaped, they'd kept tabs on the girl while trying to survive and stay in hiding themselves. Algro was the man they put in charge of keeping an eye on the girl and reporting everything about the girl back to them. Through his reports, they'd learned that the girl was traumatized, but the pregnancy stayed. They followed the progress of the girl's pregnancy through him and the girl's delivery. He kept them updated for eleven years. But for the past
Ismena held her breath as the wolf glided through the long hallways toward Wolfariane's bedroom. Now, I understand why these hallways are not as narrow as a regular hallways. Of course, it was made to accommodate their animal forms, Ismena thought fascinatingly as she watched the way the wolf glided fluidly and gracefully. A growl from the huge animal made her jerk her hand away from his furs as it burned her. She realized that she was rubbing its fur like a favorite pet. Again.She hasn't placed if the grumpy animal likes it or not, so it's better to keep her hands to herself.As they entered the bedroom, all the fear, and nervousness that never really abated tripled inside her. You know what they say about 'behind closed doors...The King-Wolf came to a stop at the center of the big space of the bedroom and shook his body a bit. Ismena took it as her cue to get down from its back, so she did. It wasn't easy, considering the size of the wolf but unlike when she climbed on, the wol
Ismena was still fuming in the bathroom but at the same time, she couldn't help enjoying her bath. The bathroom was definitely not the most ultramodern one, but it was most sophisticated, well-equipped, and well-decorated in a way that oozed masculinity. She can stay here for hours and never get tired of it.Everywhere smelled like him. Everything she touches smelled like him. It did nothing to help the desire beating down through her system, did nothing to help how hard her nipples budded for him and her wet she was for him."No way, Body. He doesn't want us, remember? I think we should stop wanting him and hold onto the little bit of pride we have left. Let's not forget that he almost killed us in the afternoon in his lion form." She muttered to herself as she soaped her body.Nope, her body wasn't listening to her. Instead, the scent of the man surrounded her like a second skin, playing with her sense...playing with her heart at the same time.Outside the bathroom, it was all Wolf
Wolfaraine's hands gripped the chair-arms tighter. "In July, on a bright summer day, I set out to the non-changeling world again. My ten-year-old sister was waiting for me at the Wild Forest..." A pause. A tight swallow. "...I was surprised to see her there. I told her to go back but she refused." "Aila has always been sheltered by the pack and my own family. Everybody loves her because she's a very lovable child." His voice took on a light tone like he can remember this past, "Even when I was young, I wasn't all easygoing and carefree like other pack children, but I had a very soft spot for Aila. It was so visible...everyone knows. No one messes with Aila, not even when pack-children are playing. That person will have to go through me first." A small smile ghosted Ismena's lips. "I can understand that very much, and I'm sure everyone else can too. You're her big brother...of course, you love her that fiercely. It's like that for me and Tina, my little sister, too." A lightness wa
"Finding myself in that large cage, I went into a raging frenzy, demanding to see my sister. I felt fear for the first time in my life because I did not know if Aila was alive or not. I practically dared those scientists to come into the cage to try and punish me for the uproar, but no one dared. Instead, they convinced me that Aila was alive by making her scream from a different part of the cell which I couldn't see."Ismena finished applying the healing potions and dropped the small bottle aside. She reached for the bandages then."I knew there were more of my packmates in that lab, but I was isolated just like the rest of them so I had no idea who was captured and who wasn't. To them, we were just experiments. Just animals. And they tortured and treated us like one.""Oh my God!!" Ismena gasped, disgustedly. Her hands gripped the bandage so tight in her anger, her knuckles turned white.He continued anyway. His tone was flat. "I was called Number 6. Aila was Number 26. For weeks, I