Balto 2 Wolf Quest Aleu Novels & Stories

I still didn’t bother talking with her, my eyes were fixed on the carving in his chest. It was ugly and crudely done but there was denying what it was – it was an image of a one-eyed wolf with two devilish looking horns – the exact symbol of the Balt pack. I turned to look to at Ted, he was looking right at me, “Alpha Blaine did this!”

I glared at him. It wasn't possible. Every wolf in the pack knew the Alpha's scent and that of his son too. Zonda too—the cranky old wizard. The huge brown wolf with the crested chest appeared from behind the bushes, panting as he came, his cold eyes steady and the muscles on his body twitching. He shifted right before our eyes into Luca, the Alpha's son. I signalled to Carlson and he tossed the pair of clothes he had found inside the car to him. I looked away as he began to wear them.

I closed my eyes, blowing out a breath. "I, Alora Elwood, renounce the deal of Balthazar Kolgrim and Imelda Bloodstone." I gasped as I felt something snap within me, the immense power my mother stole vanishing from my soul. I opened my eyes, locking with Balthazars. His mouth spread into a wide grin, nothing but gratitude swirling in his ice-blue gaze. He pulled out a small silk pouch from his pocket. "I believe we are now even." He said, tossing it toward me and vanishing out of sight. I caught the pouch in my hand, opened it, and dumped the contents into my palm. A small jasper amulet carved into the shape of a wolf landed in my palm.

"The central province. It is being attacked by the hunters. They have started the search of the prophesied one." "Dammit!" I curse. Picking up my jacket and leaving. I knew this will happen one day, but I didn't expected it to be so soon. A war was at its beginning, if not stopped right now. It will be impossible to stop it later. The search for the prophesied one has started ,and if the hunters get him before us. That day is not far when Hell will descend on earth in the name of 'The death wolf" ....... "What did the Alpha say?"

I whined, picking up a sweatshirt with fragility. "Well... because you didn't listen to the warnings and so you brought this upon yourself. Good luck and try to stay alive." Alpha Gray laughed, closing the door to my escape and the door of the big laundry room. Werewolves sweat and blood smell awful than humans because of the supernatural power they hold. But I will surely be dying over this foul smell. "Oh! Look. It's Clara the troublemaker." The beta entered the room, pushing a big trolley filled with another pile of dirty clothes.

I didn’t understand what was going on. “She was just trying to get the gown on. He must have sensed her pain again and talked to her.” Alex explained to Luka through the door. “How did you know?” I asked. I didn’t tell her. “I am good at reading body language. I could tell one of the wolves was talking to you. You had a typical annoyed teen look on your face.” Alex giggled. One of the wolves? Did she know about the white one from my dreams? Were there other ones I didn't know about?

The 25-year-old werewolf, who by rights should have assumed the mantle of alpha, had been cruelly robbed of his destiny by a grievous injury sustained in a brutal pack battle. Ryker, a stalwart friend and loyal pack member, proudly bore a banner emblazoned with the inscription "Hail the Future Alpha!" in bold, golden lettering. The banner was draped majestically above the fireplace, where it fluttered proudly in the flickering candlelight.

And that brief moment of relaxation coupled with all I'd been feeling made me feel conscious of how exposed I was. It felt like the breeze was reaching under the fur of my wolf and tingling all the nerves on the edge of my skin. My wolf purred, relaxing under this strong gaze and urging me to do the same. "He's scary," I shivered in my head as I urged my wolf to run. Alpha Kane was after us. But she gave me a reply that absolutely stunned me. "Mate," she growled in warning and stepped closer, to rub off her scent on him. "What the fuck?!" I screamed, trying to get her out of whatever daze or magic spell this wolf had cast on her. We didn't know his name, neither did we know which pack he was

Alaric seemed intensely focused. "Huge," I closed my eyes and tried to picture him, "brown, I remember thinking he looked amazing, with flecks of a lighter brown speckled across him, oh! His tail, his tail was tipped with the light brown colour, I barely noticed it before it tucked it underneath of him." "That wolf was Balto, Barrett's wolf," Alaric explained, "and Artemis knew what she was doing, she forced a submission for the pain he caused her, how I'm still not sure, I've never experienced submitting someone that way."

She added, nodding in my direction. “You’re going too far,” I drawled warningly, giving the girl a disapproving look. “I was joking, don’t strain yourself,” the witch snorted, looking at the Fox. - It depends on Pasha how much Korotkov still has left. “So, we can only wait,” the Bear summed up. I already forgot that he came with us. - As soon as you find where to look for herbs, we will immediately go to get them. “We are even lucky to some extent that you are all werewolves and will easily navigate in any forest,” Alena decided to cheer us up, but then she turned her gaze to Kisa and became sad.