Monkshood - One With The Wolf のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Freedom, what an indescribable feeling, this magnificent, wondrous freedom that she felt. To finally be free from the shackles that had once chained her was one of the most exhilarating things she had ever felt. It was even better than those first bursts of power that slipped through the cracks in her cage and she wouldn’t trade it for the world.Everything felt new, brighter, louder, sweeter and so much more powerful than before. As if she had been reborn and everything had changed, every one of her senses was heightened, she could see farther than ever before, colors held more vibrance, even the slightest of sounds reached her new and improved hearing, and the world held new scents for her heightened nose, it was just so much more, better than life behind that of human limitations. To feel the earth beneath her paws, the way her claws sunk into the dirt below her, the smell of the trees, pines, oaks, and all the other types of flora that she could never name, their leaves, the gras

After so many times changing back and forth, she was now able to identify each area in her body as her skeleton broke apart and reshaped into a more human form. She could feel each vertebra break apart and reshape, her paws widened, and her fingers elongated, her nails receded into her skin and her snout shrunk, her face becoming more human.She grunted as her canines shrunk back into her gums, but they always remained sharper, longer than they had been when she had been nothing but a helpless human, though hardly noticeable to the human eye. Something that served to remind her of her change every time she looked in the mirror, or ran her tongue over her teeth. But she felt it all, in excruciating detail.The last thing she was always aware of as all the changes occurred simultaneously was the fur, her fur, she would never get used to thinking like that, as it all but melted off her body until she felt the wind blow coldly against her burning naked skin.Her canine-like whimpers turne

She knew it hurt him to have her say it, even if he himself didn’t say it. She could feel it through the bond. So she turned on her heel with her best impression of Mean Girls and stormed away, fighting off the guilt that surfaced which he felt his anger and hurt permeate through their bond.‘You’re going the wrong way,’ he called out after her.Alexa groaned and turned around stomping toward the other side of the clearing. Seriously, couldn’t he just let her storm off with some dignity? Did he really have to point out her terrible sense of direction?‘Not that way either,’‘Will you shut up!’ she threw her hands up in the air and turned back to face him. He just shook his head, and though minute and barely there she felt a sense of amusement underneath all the anger and the hurt, and her guilt lessened.Aiden just pointed in the direction of the packhouse and allowed her to stomp grumpily away as he followed. Both werewolves blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in another part of

This wolf with snow for a pelt had returned to the once vibrant, serene, and beautiful Sanctuary, now defined by destruction, chaos, and ruin. Covered in rubble, blood, and snow as if the magic that had once been protecting it from the elements had been destroyed along with it. The snowy wolf now tinted with both gold and silver as if adorned with jewels from both the Sun and Moon, stood silently in the middle of the destruction, an almost indescribable ethereal beauty exuding from her very being, and finally the chaotic world stood still. Those who had successfully tracked her down watched wearily from the confines of the trees, mesmerized by the sight of the she-wolf standing tall and powerful among the rubble, the wind brushing through her pelt as if it were a long-lost friend, allowing the first rays of the day, and the last rays of the night to dance like glittering jewels on her back. She stood for a moment, then another, completely still as if taking in the world she was seei

He turned to look at the tree line, slowly illuminated by the first rays of the sun, scanning for the figures both she, and he knew were coming. By the time he turned back toward his mate, she’d had already turned her back to him, a testament to the trust she had placed in him as her mate.One by one the once dark woods were littered by a plethora of different colored coats, from all the shades of brown, black, and gray as wolves of all shapes and sizes appeared, materializing as if from thin air with glowing eyes filled with caution and suspicion. Varying shades of yellow to amber irises looked on at the two wolves standing side by side in the middle of the clearing, surrounded by pure white powder and crowned by the golden rays of the morning. Many looks of curiosity, hostility, awe, and shock were clear on the canine faces of his pack members. He could hear their questions, and exclamations and feel their distrust and hostility toward his mate, it set him on edge, which only serv