Who Is The Protagonist In 'The Fury'?

Elsie Willow is not the dainty girl everyone expects her to be. As the daughter of the pack's head warrior, she grew up around brawling and combat. She didn't just learn to fight; she fell in love with it and became the best in her pack. However, because she is the youngest and only girl, her family pampers and protects her. Her life takes a turn for the worse when she is chosen to be the mate of the Alpha’s arrogant son. Elsie refuses to accept a life of submission. When a call for new warriors arrives from the Iron Hold, she sees a chance to escape. She cuts her hair, binds her chest, and masks her scent to join the conscription in secret. In the brutal environment of the Iron Hold, Elsie’s skills shine. Her success eventually brings her face to face with the powerful Lycan King. As war approaches, the King finds himself relying on Elsie’s sharp mind and fighting spirit. In the heat of battle and growing danger, an unexpected bond begins to form between the King and his fearless warrior.

When Jake Savage walks out of prison, the man he used to be is long gone. Now known as Wrath, he carries a debt to Rancid and a reputation forged in blood. His road leads to Reading, Pennsylvania—straight into the clubhouse of the Road Warriors MC, where violence is currency and loyalty is law. Love was never part of his plan. But when danger closes in, Wrath does the only thing he’s ever been sure of: protect what’s his. A five-year-old boy wandering down his driveway becomes the unexpected spark that shifts his world—and gives him something worth fighting for. As old grudges resurface and new enemies take aim, Wrath discovers that peace was never meant for a man like him. Caught between being a protector and monster, he must face betrayal, forge uneasy alliances, and unleash the darkness that’s kept him alive.

No one has seen his face but everyone has heard about him. Where ever his name is called, the result is absolute and complete destruction. He is known to wipe out an entire pack in just few minutes, and never ever has been there a survivor to tell what exactly happened there. Sone say he attacks Alpha's, others say he targets rogues. But no one knows who will be his next target. They say sky gets covered by dark clouds before he arrives and thunder strikes the ground he stands. The werewolf council declared him the most wanted wolf in the entire werewolf world with the order of kill in sight. If only they could get him in sight. With sight of an eagle, speed of lightning and roar of thunder. He was the most powerful wolf ever known to exist. He was the thunder wolf. Or should I say she?

War is coming, and this time it is more than personal. For generations, the Stormborn lineage has carried one story like a scar, the former Draconis destroyed their empire and left their bloodline in ruins. The Red Alpha grew up on that story. He was raised on it. Fed with it. Every lesson, every battle, every scar carved one belief into him, when the Draconis rises again, it must be put to death. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Because the new Draconis is Lyra. She doesn’t fully understand what she is yet. She only knows she’s being hunted. Villages are being wiped out. Borders are closing. The wolf clan are preparing for open war. The vampire council is divided, each elder with their own hidden agenda. And somewhere deep within the forbidden forests lies a power that could either protect her or expose her. The Red Alpha knows more than he admits. He knows what the last Draconis did. He knows secrets about Lyra’s blood that even she doesn’t know. And he is not just preparing for battle. He is preparing revenge. As the Blood Eclipse approaches, alliances will begin to crack, previous betrayals will surface again, and the truth about the former Draconis will threaten everything. Because this isn’t just history repeating itself. This is unfinished hatred. And when Lyra finally steps into the fire, the world will learn whether she is their salvation... Or the final mistake.

I was a famed assassin. She knew my name. Everyone did. Feral. Death's very own hound. But she was the one that'd left our hut in the dead of night. And I wasn't one to forget something like that. I'd gone looking for her when she left things the way she did. She was nowhere to be found then. Yet here she is now. Standing in my tavern. With her cloak in a pile around her ankles and offering me her body in plain view of every rogue in here. Bold move. But she was nothing if not that. She thought I'd give in and said yes to this venture to rescue someone she loved because of some misplaced honor. Not in the least! I said yes because I intend to wreak vengeance on her, for what she did to me. Every chance I get, I'm going to make her miserable. And I'm going to take great pleasure in doing so. Welcome to my world Warrioress. Where the price of vengeance comes much higher than a bit o' coin.

The head which was expected to be held high to bear the crown of a princess, was bowed down in fear. The eyes which always saw love and care were forced to see blood and tears. The lips which were always smiling were quivering with horror and nightmare. The hands which were always held by her parents for safety and care, were now alone to shudder rapidly in fear. With time all wounds disappeared but their marks continued to boil her blood in vengeance for those who brought her here. The royal blood running in her veins will not let her stop till she has punished all those who played unfair. The girl was Ezra Grey Allistair and she was going to be everyone's worst nightmare. With eyes as blue as thunder and hair as dark as night. She was the resurrection of the strongest known wolf to exist. She was the thunder wolf. *Could be read stand alone.