Novel & Cerita Black Widow Little Sister

I am done with being treated like a little girl. "YOU KILLED MY SISTER!"

is in good hands, I am going to take care of her even when she is the most stubborn person I ever met." At this moment I would have said a prayer to the moon goddess but I was mad at her. She abandoned us just like she did every time I went to war. But I was left to pick up the pieces once again. My main focus was my mate. I took this time to grab a blanket and cover his body so that she didn't have to see his bad state. But a small whimper came to my attention and caused my wolf to get guarder. I looked around the office to find any trace but the closet was empty. I then looked at the desk and made my way around. When I knelt down there was a little girl covered in blood and sweat shiverin

I’m not his mate – my half-sister is. “What’s her name?” I ask, suddenly wondering if the orphaned pet stealing Owen’s attention is related to me. “Natasha,” Mother answers, and my shoulders drop in relief. Besides, if we share the same father, my half-sister is a werewolf – unlike Maya. “If the pheromones aren’t enough to seal the marking,” Mother adds, “maybe it’s time for us to pay that witch another visit.”

Catherine's POV I saw a young female werewolf in a long red dress walking over. Her long wavy waist-length hair made her look charming and flirtatious. Her smiling eyes were even more attractive. I had to admit that she was so beautiful. "Miss Twitty, I'm flattered!" Blake smiled politely. "This is my sister, Eda Twitty." Howard introduced to me, and I nodded. It turned out this powerful, charming woman was Howard's sister. I could tell that her aura was also different from the ordinary members of the pack. It seemed that Blake's friends were all noble.

My father quickly pointed at Olivia. Silas placed various plants and blood on the table. My sister Olivia gave him some blood. "My eyes widened when I saw a fog, then a circle, and Olivia was in the center talking to someone. Then she used her power to kill the girl, and a minute later, someone else appeared, and my sister killed the girl again, but not for the same reason as before." My sister was bitten by her... "Who is she?" She is a Lyrcan, based on her wrist tattoo, which every wolf has to determine which clan they belong to.

He tells her as I turn to look at her, she smiles and nods before we continue. “Lizzy, this is our parents Alpha Jonah and Luna Blythe. And this pipsqueak is Astrid, our sister. She is the same age as you. Everyone this is Lizzy Silver our mate” I say to the group, Lizzy tucks herself in between my brother and I, I don't think she has even noticed that she has done it. Our mother steps forward.

She sneered. At this rate, Phidelia knew what to expect next and instantly felt the need to do something. But what? Just then, a thought clicked; without warning, she rushed into her sister's body– possessing her without thinking of the complications. Tina on the other hand felt her ego badly bruised with Phidel’s words– without giving a heads on, she rose her hand in attempt to do justice for herself but before it could land to it's destination; a hand held it mind way– followed by a familiar face and the well built body of Rowan which gradually came between them.

Just two eyeholes staring back at me like empty sockets. I had thought they were done following me. "You're braver than your sister," they said, the distorted voice crackling through what sounded like a voice changer. "She cried. Begged, even. It was pathetic, really." The words hit me like a physical blow. Your sister. She cried. She begged. This person had been there. This person had seen Alice die. This person might have been the one who held her under. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping forward.

I started, my voice loud enough for everyone pause and look at me confused. Before I could utter another word, Calanthe beat me to it. “My sister, Naidira and I would like to inform everyone of something important.” Alpha Orion looked confused. Just like everyone else. “What's going on?” I raised a brow, chest heaving silently. What did she want to say? Her fingers dropped to her stomach and her next words were soft. “I'm with child for the Alpha.” My blood ran dry as gasps and murmurs rippled through the crowd.

"She's 16 weeks old. Your uncle and his wife will tell everyone during dinner today. You have a little sister, Neon!" The news hit Neon like a bolt of lightning. A little sister? Her mind raced back to that fateful night when the werewolf hunters attacked the Council. She began to understand that Dahlia's breakdown wasn't solely due to the loss of loved ones in death but also the burden of keeping her granddaughter's existence a secret, one that could have saved her life.