Call Of The Wild Spitz Novels & Stories

Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent. The Red Wolve did not dare to stop but only dared to lean to the side. Wolves usually have gray and yellow fur, but with wolves having white, black, and red fur is very special. The black wolf that received the order to distract Windy was just a wolf with yellow fur because to distract the opponent, he disguised himself to look like Ezra.

And what a thrill it was to feel freedom to the fullest. But this stupid creature was not going to turn off when he saw me on his way. I won't turn back either! My beast was driven by adrenaline from the anticipation of the hunt, and my heart beat wildly against the ribs. Jumping on the creature, I dug my claws into it, tearing its flesh. The wildling howled heart-rendingly, trying to throw me off. Will not work! Just because you're bigger doesn't mean you're stronger! I bit into his neck, trying to reach his throat. And all this time my fire did not go out! As a result, the victory was for me, and not even ashes remained from the enemy. My she-wolf was satisfied with the fight and was eager

Once he’d memorized Mason’s scent, he laid down at his feet, an invitation for him to climb on his back. Mason scrambled to straddle Callum’s massive trunk and threaded his fingers into his copper streaked fur. My normally ferocious wolf purred in satisfaction like a tame kitten at having our pup riding on him. As soon as I knew he was secure, I let Callum leap off into the forest at full throttle.

She turned to the man in the driver’s seat, excitement gleaming in her eyes. “Dorian, go catch it,” she said with a sudden, childlike eagerness. “I want it as my pet.” Dorian’s knuckles tightened on the steering wheel as he squinted at the creature darting through the trees. “Ms. Reinaldi,” he said cautiously, “that’s not a dog. It’s a wolf—an Arctic one, by the look of it. Rare color, too. I’m certain it belongs to someone wealthy. It must’ve escaped.”

It was brutal. At this point, my barely conscious mind realized that Chase could maul her to death. And I wanted it to happen. Chase was a large German Shepherd, a naturally ferocious breed of canine fighters, and Tina was fucked up. Blood was everywhere, her screams sounded like thunder as she scrambled up to her feet with her skin and flesh in pieces, limping bloodily, and far away from sight with Chase hot on her heels.

Callan's wolf canines bit into the rogue's neck, successfully killing him. He snapped his neck for good measure. His wolf was a midnight black, while Cameron's wolf was dark brown just like their hair color. 'Watch out!' He heard Cameron's voice through the mind link, just as a rogue bit his shoulder, but before the rogue's canine could go any further, Callan grabbed the rogue's jaw and snapped it. The rogue's wolf limp body fell to the ground, dead.