Novel & Cerita Call Of Duty Cold War Adler

"That was only because I was willing to uplift you. Without my blessing, you are less than stray dogs." "Worthy of me? You?" I stopped in front of them, using the tip of my boot to lift Alexander's chin, staring into his trembling pupils. "Look around you." They strained to move their eyes. To their shock, they realized that the massive plaza was filled with thousands of powerful wolf warriors. And among them, half were members of the Silver Moon Pack! "Beta Mark?" Alexander gasped, seeing his former subordinate standing in the front row, wearing armor made of enchanted ice.

Her heart jumped. She didn’t answer. The phone buzzed again. Then a message appeared. You chose wrong. Her blood went cold. She sat up slowly, not waking Alec, and typed back with shaking fingers. Who is this? The reply came instantly. Someone who knows how wars really end. Elena deleted the message, chest heaving. Outside, the street was quiet. Too quiet. She slid back under the covers and pressed her face into Alec’s shoulder, breathing him in like armor. Far away, Adrian Volkov stood in a dark room, staring at a blinking screen.

IF THIS IS A DEAD END, I AM GOING TO BUST RIGHT THROUGH IT! A scorching, unprecedented power detonated in the back of my mind. "Hey!" I screamed, ignoring Hudson's panicked shout to stay put, stepping entirely out of cover and exposing myself to the entire battlefield. Hearing my voice, every single raider instinctively turned to look at me. Instantly, the chaotic, deafening battlefield was violently paused. Every charging raider, every grinning killer, froze mid-step. The bloodlust drained from their eyes, instantly replaced by a glazed, fanatical obsession. They couldn't look away.

He raised his voice and said, "Ava get back to the big table, everyone is waiting. Ava! Do you hear me talking to you? Oh my God, she's shifting." Norris pulled out a short Pistol and cocked it with his thumb and with both hands, pointed it towards me. He said, "Trying to shift at this point will be the biggest mistake you will ever make, you mateless fool." Andre stared down at me with unwavering disgust and smiled. He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does."

ADRIAN'S POV SOME YEARS LATER I puffed out smoke from my cigarette as I stood behind the window looking out through the vast space of land that borders the pack's territory. Cigarettes were my go-to after every round of sex and it was not about to change any time soon.

Looks like Adele already knew him, that explains her obsession towards him. Somewhere at the back of her head, she was relieved. If she was really going to marry him, he wouldn't be someone old and short with potbelly. What Adaline wasn't sure of yet was the part that said Mr Drew was a cold-hearted psychopath. The man who stood before her looks nothing like a psychopath. But then, she didn't want to judge a book by it's cover as the appearance on the surface could be deceiving.

“Come on, little wolf.” Papa’s eyes locked on mine, wild with the firelight and something deeper a terror id never seen before “Aira,” he rasped, gripping my arms. “The alpha leading them is Kael Draven. Say his name. Burn it into your mind.” I nodded, frozen. “He’s the one who leaves no survivors. Packs whisper his name like a curse. His known as the Ice wolf. He was betrayed once in his pack his parents and siblings were slaughtered and he was left with nothing.

Ever since Nara was taken, and with Marcus under my thumb, we’d taken full control of the ship which made the search easier for us. No doubt it caused a commotion but that was the least of my worries. I looked at the man that has been brought before me on his knees and asked him, “Your name?” “Alfred, Alpha Landon.” He said, trembling. “You’re sure it’s Harold you saw? You were not imagining it?” “Y-yess… I swear on the goddess’s name I saw him.” “What was he doing?” “H-he… he was talking to someone. When I saw him and called out, he shot me a glare and ran.”

On the wall, a single intercom crackled to life. Leo’s voice oozed through, almost gentle. “Ah, Adrian. Here’s where it gets fun.” Adrian’s lip curled. “Where is she?” “You want her so badly? Then play my game.” The intercom hissed with feedback. Then Leo’s voice sharpened, cruel. “Two paths lie before you. One leads to your commander and his little soldiers. Trapped. Scared. Bomb ticking.” Adrian’s jaw tightened. He knew immediately—Voss.

His strikes were shallow but rapid, disabling tendons and limbs with terrifying efficiency. “You’re late,” I said, half-smiling… assuming the expression I made even looked like a smile. He just nodded, panting. “Figured I’d let you clear the warmup.” He looked at me for a beat longer, then added: “That's one hell of a wolf.” Behind him came Adolph, twice the size of any wolf near him. His frame bulldozed through the enemy ranks with no finesse whatsoever. But gods, did he make it work.