Can Wolves Retract Their Claws Novels & Stories

He killed brutally, his claws leaving each of his victims in a horrid state. I was taken by surprise when one of the wolves managed to evade Asher and instead lunged at me, with his sharp claws aiming for me. I jerked backward, jumping out of its path, earning a scratch on my arm. The wolf was relentless, his claws came at me again, pushing me off the cliff.

We lunged at the same time. Claws collided, the sound a thunderclap as sharp bone scraped against bone. We reared, locking each other in mid-air, muscles tensed, fangs bared, jaws snapping close to flesh but not yet drawing blood. The force of the clash echoed through Crescent Hollow, stirring the gathered wolves into breathless shock. We didn’t let go. Not right away. We held there—locked, strained, eyes burning into each other’s souls, each one daring the other to fall first.

“ But then again that's what us dominant wolves are known for right?” Cain nodded. “ You get the drill mate.” Diskant fist-bumped him before walking out of the room. “ Way to go, mate, just don’t let her find out….all I can say is the claws of a female wolf are not a pretty thing to get scratched with when she is angry,”

My clothes are lost in the snow beneath my feet but I don't stop hacking at the wolves around me. I don't take note of where my claws leave marks in flesh or where my jaws latch onto. If anything, I've retreated into the mind of my wolf, letting her do all the work. It's been a while since I let her full wolf instinct out. Seven wolves turn to four quickly but four injured ones. I've done well but the adrenaline has masked the pain of the scratches I've probably got. They back off a little, still snarling and growling angrily at me.

He closed his fist and they withdraw. Trying not to sound amazed I say “Nice, so you can call them on command” “So can you, every wolf can, it just takes practice” “I thought we can only go wolf as a defense mechanism, or when emotions are heightened” “Yes, you can also learn to go wolf and turn it back off at will, that way you won’t claw anyone the next time you get into a brawl” I frowned “Not like I’m intending to get in another fight but okay, still, I do not see the essence of this.” I understand the need for meditation, but this one...?

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

The black wolf used its claws to tear at the two wolves coming at it. The two wolves barely managed to evade the claws and pounced on the black wolf. But the reaction of the black wolf was faster as it used its two hands to hit the wolves coming at it and sent them flying. The white and brown wolves were sent flying by the black wolf and they hit trees. They stood up and stood on their hind legs before getting back on their fours while wincing in pain. The black wolf got on its fours and lunged at the two wolves wincing in pain as the cuts in their body healed slowly.

It released a bloodthirsty snarl into the air as it managed to clamp its teeth around its challenger's flank, twisting its body to bring the smaller wolf onto the ground. Hunter's wolf suppressed a pained whine before it buried its paws into the earth to aim the fistful of sand it had gathered toward its opponent. Kodiak's wolf retreated some steps back to avoid the dust in the air but before it could regain its sight, Hunter's wolf had already managed to clear its hind legs, causing it to fall on the ground with a rough thud.

The night air was filled with the clang of metal and the choked sound of howls as Wade drove his claws into the neck of the last wolf still standing. The creature jerked and lifted a few inches off the ground, then Wade twisted and slammed it back down onto the cracked asphalt. The sound of breaking bones snapped clearly through the air. The wolf curled up, convulsed, and then lay still.

That was the unique ability the werewolves of our pack had, the ability to change at any time and not just during full moons. Reaching deep within, I connect with my wolf and soon, I feel my claws start to lengthen. Jena slashed my wolf with her claws, angering my wolf and she roars, pushing Jena to the floor as we get up. My wolf launches us at Jena, claws out and already gong for her throat. I didn’t want to kill anyone so I control my wolf and instead we add to the various bruises on her side.