Chiara Bautista Wolf And Bunny Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Then there’s the fact that I have no wolf—“ “—Well that obviously doesn’t matter if you can still pick up all these absolutely hotties without trying,” Lucy replied. “There’s always been something about you, Freya.” “Ugh, not that crescent birthmark crap again,” I groaned. “You don’t think it’s weird that we’re werewolves, and you just so happen to have a crescent moon birthmark on your back?” Lucy asked. “You’ve been watching too many of those friggin’ movies again,” I replied.

I should head back to the pack and wait for my new master. As I turned to head back to where I came from, I came face to face with a giant wolf with burning yellow eyes. It bared its fangs at me and let out a menacing growl. I screamed out of fear and Joy, my wolf, whimpered in fear. I took a few steps back and stepped on a thorny twig; it pierced right into my foot, and I cried out in pain. Now, I cannot run. The wolf was bigger than me and bigger than Joy. I could not shift because my wolf was weak from all the wolfsbane, Madam Theresa, and her daughter Erika injected in me each time I made a mistake. I hardly shift these days and could barely feel my wolf.

The crystal tattoo—hidden just below her collarbone—glowed. Her breath caught. Her bones started to shift. “No…” she gasped, her voice cracking, eyes widening. Her vision burned gold. Her fingers split, twisted, grew claws. Pain tore through her spine as her muscles rippled beneath her skin. Her bones cracked, not with weakness but with power awakening. Her scream morphed into a growl as white fur broke through her skin. The assassin raised his sword high—too slow. Seraphina rose, fully transformed. A massive white wolf—no, not just a wolf. A Lycan. Her fur shimmered like snow in moonlight, her eyes now glowing a fierce yellow.

“Alive. Or close enough to remember how to pretend.” Raelin, who had been circling the shrine perimeter, returned with her blades still sheathed but her expression hard. “Tracks. Faint. Multiple scents layered over each other. Wolves, but wrong.” Kaela joined them, unslinging her cloak and dropping it near the stones. “Nullborn?” Raelin shook her head. “No. These were made by wolves who know how to mask their scent. Old tricks. Deep ones. Ones we haven’t taught in generations.”

His eyes were the sun. The trees passed Moon’s huge frame quickly and he stopped. He spotted a wolf. A brown wolf. A magnificent one. The wolf was a bit smaller than Moon. It was a female. It was Viviana’s wolf, Miracle. Her brown fur had shining golden borders. Her ears were sharp and straight. She was alert. Her back screamed possession.

Chiara. Her face pales, ashamed to have been caught spying. I step around Alice and grab Chiara by the arm, ready to tell her off for eavesdropping but I’m stopped in my tracks as my wolf Nelson surges to the surface, roaring “Let her go! She’s our fated mate!” I shake my head confused. Chiara doesn’t have a wolf. How could she be our fated mate? You must sense someone else. Nelson growls, “She’s our mate. Not someone else. Her.”

It was a Chimera. I focused on the other figure. It was a large version of Custard when he transformed back into the woods. Only this other wolf was bigger. What's more weird about it is that this particular wolf had blue tattoos on it. Something tugged at the back of my head. I know this wolf. And something tells me from my connection with Custard that this wolf is....

Alpha Goan knew this wasn't how his son's wolf dominates him, what's happening? Before he could make another blink, Alpha Lucius already changed to his wolf which was originally white but this time, it had stripes of black at the tip of its nose. In a second, it attacked Luna Howell that was still by the window.

I asked him, smirking. “Thats how I want everyone who has ever bullied me to feel. I want them to look upon my beautiful white wolf and tremble in fear.” I told him, recalling how Jarvis had white furs when I looked at my paws. I knew mom and Ariana has grey wolves. It’ll be amazing when they find out that mine is pure and absolutely stunning. I have a rare wolf, it’s called the wolf of the moon goddess, and she is so beautiful.

“Forgive me, Alpha, but what is the purpose of this?” I hummed thoughtfully. “I believe Chiara and Doctor B might be the same person.” Benedetto reeled back in shock, his eyes widening. “Don’t joke, Alpha! How could that be possible? The Luna is just an ordinary wolf from an orphanage!” As I sifted through Chiara’s records, I noticed that apart from taking medical courses during her student years, there was no direct overlap with Doctor B. According to official records, Chiara was ordinary in every way—while Doctor B was dazzling.