Big Wolf Campus の小説・ストーリー

a girl muttered as I passed. "What a joke," another voice added. "So much for feminism. Begging a man like that." I kept my eyes on the floor. Ria walked beside me, her shoulder brushing mine. "They cannot all be assholes," she said quietly. I gave her a small nod. I spent the noon hour in the Student Union office. I spread papers across my desk to look busy, but the words blurred together. The door swung open and the dean walked in. He looked pleased. "Good news," he said. "Over a hundred werewolf students from the Northern Ridge Pack will be joining us this semester."

Talan Gwynek's body was never recovered and he remains at large and is assumed to be responsible for the continued killings, meanwhile Gavin’s true identity as a werewolf remains a secret and Gavin says that Talan is a werewolf. Lucia couldn't have asked for a better morning than the one she just woke up into. The rainfall was so much and the school was nice. "Good morning dear all! This is to inform you that all scheduled lectures from 7 am to 12 pm have been rescheduled and if the rain still doesn't subside by 12:30 pm, then all lectures for the day will be canceled." The message read and it was from the management of the university of new york. The news pleased Lucia and she couldn't hide

He produced croaking sounds with an admixture of coughing and snorted contentedly. "No," Leo broke the silence. “I never would have thought that you would chicken out in front of a human girl, Ar.” Once again, he teased him. “Hmmm, you’ll have to do it yourself… You remember the words of the ceremony, don’t you?” Does the phrase “Right of the wolf” suggest an idea? turned to Leela. — Wolves? Wolves…” she glanced at the dog moving impatiently from paw to paw. - Werewolves, right? she exclaimed, but she herself did not believe in the spoken words.

Could it be that even though the wolf was part of me, it has a mind of its own? I wanted to ask, but I didn't know how. I heard a scoff, and I became high alert. *Calm down. It is I, your wolf.* The voice said. I realized that the voice dropped into my head, like a thought. So, I responded the same way. *My wolf?* I questioned. *Yes.* He said simply. *Where have you been? Why are you talking to me now?* I asked him.

Baku began moving toward his father’s study without waiting for their response. They were all seated around the only table in the middle of the study, no wall was visible in the big room for there were bookshelves filled with books all over the study. “What is it you say about Unification?” Richard asked the young Alpha lord “I want all the werewolves to be united, It comes with more benefits than being separated”

But he’s already pulling me toward the stairs, and I’m already following because that’s what I do – I follow Connor into his bad decisions and clean up the mess afterward. The basement door closes behind us with a click that sounds way too final. And I understand. Oh. Oh, fuck. Five men. Five senior men. Arranged in a loose semicircle on leather couches and armchairs, drinks in hand, watching us descend the stairs like we’re the evening’s entertainment. Which, apparently, we are. I recognize them all. Everyone on campus does. Blake Carter. President. Six-four, built like a linebacker, Black, with a jaw that could cut glass and eyes that have made better women than me forget their own names.

BELLA: “Welcome, students from Howlstone Academy and Frost pack, to the ultimate werewolf hunting camp experience!” The camp director, a tall man brimming with charisma, announced through the megaphone. His enthusiastic greeting was met with groans from our bus. “I wish he would stop,” Ryder muttered, prompting me to lift my head from his shoulder.

The walls are adorned with digital displays showcasing the past achievements of Riverbay warriors, instilling a sense of pride and motivation. At the heart of The Elysium lies the expansive cafeteria, known as The Howling Hearth. Its design mimics the shape of a great wolf’s den, with rounded edges and high ceilings that create an inviting communal space. The cafeteria features a large, central cooking area where a rotating team of chefs prepares nutritious, gourmet meals tailored to the dietary needs of werewolves.

But in this modern wolf world, where high pack tokens and council certificates are king, my lack of both makes finding a good job completely impossible. I let out a heavy sigh. Whenever my mind hits this solid wall, I always remember the grand pack university I had been accepted into winters ago, and how my life took such a drastic, dark turn after that night in the alcove. It is a sad past my wolf prefers not to think about.

I finally buckled my seatbelt and started the car. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll let them live. For now.” She exhaled in relief. God. She really was adorable. The drive to campus took less than ten minutes. We pulled into the parking lot in front of the faculty building. A large stone sign stood near the entrance. Lupine Behavioral Sciences Institute Our wolf studies department. Students were already gathered outside. The moment my car rolled in, heads began to turn. Murmurs spread quickly. Mira noticed.