Romans & histoires Chained Wolf

Sleek and white. The crowd cheered as she circled me,her growls low and menacing. I clenched my fists,feeling the faint stir of my wolf beneath my skin. “She's weak.” Ethan growled behind me “ she doesn't belong here,and never will.” His words were like fuel to flame. Rage overwhelmed me,and I felt the fire of my wolf ignite once more. I closed my eyes,praying that my wolf will answer me,and this time,she did. Power surged through me,and when I opened my eyes,the crowd gasped. My red fur shimmered,my claws extended like sharp blades.

Just for a few seconds I opened my eyes as my eyes goes dark. He realized that I'm turning to something else so he quickly attacked me. "Kiss my power!" I shouted to him as he was rushing me and a group of birds appears from nowhere. The both of us was covered by this troop of birds. After a few minute they were all gone and I found the wolf man wounded. He was damaged, he was left with no eyes, his skin was like it was burnt with fire. He stood firm and steady as I groaned placing my hands at my wound as I was still feeling weak.

She asked him. Lydia folded her arms across her chest as she waited for him to give her a tangible explanation to his words. "I am Alpha Tristan, the Alpha of the shadow moon pack and the most feared Alpha. When the moon goddess placed a curse on my father and I, not only were we cursed but she blessed us with strength too. If I howl in my wolf form, I can bet you that they will come into formation," Tristan said.

He's the complete opposite of me, My fur is pure white. This is my first time seeing such a wolf. He's so fast, and ferocious and he looked dangerous. He's contrary to the handsome man I have seen before. As I was watching him and the others, Karen came to me, twisting her blonde hair in her forefinger. "Hey, refugee," she got my attention. "My name is Chloe," I say. "Whatever, I address all the homeless wolves who come here as refugees. I don't want to know your name or am going to call you again, homeless girl,"

“Of course, you know how being a late bloomer sucks the life out of you. What makes this new?” “It’s getting worse. And If care is not taken, anything might happen. She is worried sick about what it might mean. You know what I mean, being without a wolf for the rest of your life. If she is unable to shift and find her mate before the Carmella, she would be banished or married off to churn up hybrids for some Western beast” “It doesn’t mean shit. She only reads too much into things. She should wait. I know how it feels, I felt the same way while waiting for that beast of a man. Remember?’’

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

Blaine's wolf was a sleek, silver-furred creature with glowing green eyes, known for its agility and tactical prowess. Sheryn Lowan Cavanaugh, Blaine's younger sister, was a striking figure with long auburn hair that cascaded down her back in thick waves. Her eyes were a deep, forest green, mirroring her brother's, though her expression was more serious. Sheryn's wolf, with a coat the color of autumn leaves, was swift and deadly in battle, known for her fierce loyalty to her family and pack.

Xavier remembered being chained up in the temple at sixteen because he had spoken out of tone with his father. He stayed there chained and without food or water for many days and this triggered his premier shift. The guards heard the noises, but none came to his aid, not until his wolf emerged. A big, black, scary wolf with fur and glowing yellow eyes growled aloud in pain and anger.

His wolf growled out, his black eyes turning gold, a sign of his wolf emerging from its slumber, only for his sister’s own black eyes to turn copper, challenging his with a small snarl. Being born from a powerful alpha like their father, as well as a strong-willed and outspoken woman as a mother, all three Knox siblings were born as an alpha and to say the least, it had led to an interesting family dinner, one of which is far more than enough to give their parents a headache for a lifetime.