Novel & Cerita Brambleclaw X Ashfur

A low, vibrating thrum that didn't come from the earth, but from the throat of something alive. "I hear it, Ash," Rhea whispered, her eyes wide as she scanned the treeline. "But it’s wrong. It doesn’t sound like the pack. It doesn’t sound like home." Suddenly, the shadows at the edge of the clearing erupted. A massive, grey-furred shape slammed into a fallen obsidian log, snapping it like a dry twig. It was a wolf—or it had been once. Now, it was a mountain of matted fur and raw, pulsating muscle, its eyes glowing with a feral, neon-violet light that had nothing to do with the lunar grace of the Silverfangs. It didn't look at Ash with recognition. It didn't acknowledge him as an Alpha. It lo

He’d filled out, and was skimming the ladder at six feet. “Asher, hey,” he said, with a grin, flipping his loose hair and two braids over his shoulders. “Bear Claw, you look good,” Asher said. The boy grinned, and shook his hand. “Must be the Indian genes.” Asher chuckled and nodded his head. “Must be. Have you completed your vision quest?” Bear Claw nodded, but his expression became grim. “There’s plenty of blood in my future. Oddly enough, the bear emerged as my spirit animal.”

Sassafras's fur was fluffed to its full extension, making him look like a very soft silver cloud, punctuated by two angry demon eyes. I didn't bother answering him. I was too busy reaching for Sebastian. ***

It was almost peaceful, if you didn’t count the bullying and the ignorant remarks some of the students would shout from the halls. Classes went by without much of a hassle, especially Business Fundamentals since Professor Larkin was out sick the next few days. The only semi-interesting thing I’d learned was in Werewolf 101. Serafine Cromwell and Dominic Ashford, the Luna and Alpha of the Original Pack, never had children. While those two weren’t able to complete the mate-bond and continue on their family line, Dominic Ashford’s Beta was. With a she-wolf he had abandoned his mate for, the Beta unknowingly created what we now know as the rogue gene. Talk about a major screw-up.

Claws meet fangs in a blur of frenzied movement and fur, painting a scene of absolute chaos. And then I see them. Rex and JJ, their wolf forms unmistakable even amidst the turmoil. Rex, a colossal beast with fur as dark as obsidian, is engaged in a ferocious bout with Eamon, one of the triplets. JJ, silver as a moonbeam, darts and sways with Faelan in a dance as old as time.

I wish I could spend my days here. The rain watered the plants—as no one ever comes here, and still the plants and flowers remained healthy. I spotted Ash, my wolf pet; he seemed to have been trying to hunt down something, but the moment he smelled me, he ran in my direction, knocking me off my feet. He licked my face, and I laughed, rubbing his soft gray fur—his fur color had been the reason I named him Ash. “I miss you too, Ash.”

I heard his cousin say. Asher groaned. "Get back, Ralph. Don't follow me.” Ralph smirked. “Why? You wanna go make out with your girlfriend?" Oh shit. I guess he must really be a pain in the ass for Asher. "Hey, watch it, man!” Asher snapped and Ralph laughed. "Just kidding, okay? And I'm coming with you. Like it or not.” I think the major difference between both guys was their hair. While Asher had long dark hair, Ralph's was a brown textured crop with a clean taper fade on the sides and back. Lord, the dude was so fine.

Dawn had barely bled across the sky when Ronan’s forces slammed into the vampire lines like a hammer made of teeth and fury. The western border was a mess of muddy fields and shattered tree lines, the ground already slick with blood. He rode at the head in wolf form for the first charge, a massive black beast with silver scars cutting through his fur, roaring loud enough to shake the leaves from the dying oaks. Behind him, hundreds of werewolves howled in answer, some shifted, some still on horseback with axes and silver edged blades ready.

Sandra Ashbourne POV “What is his true deal anyway? His beast clearly does not like your presence, yet his claws won't let your life go free. Don't tell my brain he is doing this horrible thing just to get back at your skin? If that is the true case, his inner wolf is downright twisted and scary.” My friend Blossom Blythe lets out a giant, angry huff as our boots walk toward her transport wheels.

I breathed in deeply, closing my eyes and relying on my nose to tell them apart. Ash was the first one I recognized. I smiled, pointing in the scent’s direction. “That’s Ash.” I opened my eyes to look. He was the biggest of them all. He had deep grey fur with a deeper shade of grey line cutting from under his chin to over his shoulder. He looked so beautiful. I closed my eyes and tried to pick out someone else. “That’s my dad.” I opened my eyes to see. He had black fur, with a patch of bronze on his belly and hind legs. It was weird seeing my dad like that—not human.