Novel & Cerita Can Wolves Purr

Was he the source of the scent? Walking up to him, he seemed a bit surprised as I sniffed his head. Yeah, the scent was definitely coming from him. He leaned back and let off a low growl. It did nothing. I didn’t feel the usual pain or anger. It felt like noise. A purr even. His eyes narrowed as he looked at me. “Are you high?” “Can wolves get high? Is that a thing?” Silas opened his mouth and then frowned. “No? What is wrong with you? Your pupils are blown out. Did you just get back? Are you drunk right now?”

Then I suddenly get distracted by his muscles underneath his thick, dark, turtle neck sweater. Suddenly I hear a faint purr in my head, “Wha the-” I start looking around, “Did you hear that?”I ask. He looks around, “No, what did you hear?” “Ugh, it felt like it was in my head….” He then smiles, “That’s your wolf talking; they can connect with you once you awaken? What is she saying?” I feel a sudden rush of heat to my cheeks, “Nothing.” My wolf freaking purred…

She could recall details of their fur, but the wolf in front of her was not familiar, and as it lifted its lips with a growl, Purity stood frozen. With the color of a moonless night, the wolf’s fur was so black it almost had a blue sheen. The golden eyes that stared up at her were not friendly, but something about the gray that lined the entire eye made it look feminine. Purity realized this must be the female wolf they were talking about. “It’s you!” she exclaimed, and without another thought, Purity launched herself through the door and wrapped her arms around the female wolf's neck. Fahla coughed, shocked and totally taken aback by this human's reaction.

As they reached the lush greenery, they simultaneously surrendered to their wild sides, their bodies transforming with a fluid grace. Hazel's Wolf, Mia, emerged with a silvery glow, her fur shimmering in the sunlight. Maya's Wolf, on the other hand, was a stunning deep black, her coat glistening like polished onyx. The two Wolves circled each other, their tails wagging in excitement, their eyes gleaming with a shared joy.

Sensing its sadness, I wipe my tears with the back of my hand, and the wolf’s howling fades away. It lowers itself to the ground, resting its head in my lap. I tentatively begin to stroke its head, my fingers grazing the soft fur. The wolf closes its eyes, leaning into my touch, as if it finds solace in my presence. A shining blue aura escapes its black shiny fur. So magical, unbelievable. He was glowing. I lose myself in the comforting rhythm of petting the wolf, the pain of losing my family temporarily overshadowed by the soothing presence of this majestic creature.

NORA POV “Beautiful,” I whisper, my fingers running through his soft fur, completely mesmerized. The two of us in a world of our own. A subtle hum coming from his chest. “Are you purring?” I ask, a small smile splaying on my lips while Viola matches his cadence with her own. The wolf's onyx eyes meet mine, his tongue sticking out before it runs along my cheek. Sparks electrifying my skin along the trail as a squeal leaves my lips. I can’t remember the last time I laughed so purely, but it feels right and insanely easy.

The urge to reach out and pet it surged within me. "I know this is a dumb ass idea, and I might lose an arm, but can I pet you?" I whispered, half to myself and half to the majestic creature before me. The wolf whimpered, its tail wagging as if in agreement. Tentatively, I approached, my hand shaking as I reached out to touch the creature. Our eyes locked, and I gently placed my hand on the top of its head. "Good boy," I purred, a mixture of disbelief and amusement in my voice. The wolf's fur felt incredibly soft and silky against my hand.

The lady purred like a cat and I smiled into her mouth. “Yes baby, purr for me.” I encouraged with a murmur before twirling my tongue around her. “You are a beast. A sweet but wicked beast.” She cried emotionally into my mouth and I grinned with happiness. If only she knew how close she was to the truth. Of course wolves are beasts and it’s no insult when you call us one. In passion, mind you! Don’t dare call a wolf a beast when in angry mode, else they will prove the truth of it to you by tearing your head off your body.

Kira led the way, her fur illuminated by the moonlight, and I chased after her, matching her pace. The thrill of the chase, the rhythmic pounding of our paws against the earth, and the crisp night air against our fur created an enchanting symphony of sensations. We darted through the moonlit glades, our wolves revelling in the untamed beauty of the wilderness. The forest embraced us with its ancient whispers, and for a brief moment, the worries of the world seemed to fade away.

I left the house with a slam of the door and took off into a run, shifting the moment I reached the edge of the forest. I ran through the woods exhilarated at the feel of the wind over my fur. I loved running in this form. It was probably my favorite thing about being a wolf; getting to feel the earth underneath my paws, the wind on my face, and the way colors, sounds, and smells sharpened. It was beautiful.