Novel & Cerita Civilian Wolves Novel

’ ‘It’s –‘ She stopped and the wolf ahead, sensing our presence, stopped too and then it turned its head and I took a proper look at it. The first wolf I had seen had been my father, a huge black wolf that could not have been real but this one seemed even more unreal. Midnight black fur that glistened even in the grayish day, sharp golden eyes and almost twice the size of my father, such a wolf was staring at me. Then it started to walk my way and I fought the urge to run off. Its presence pressed down on me and Grace hissed. ‘What the hell is he doing filling this place with his scent?’

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

Too quiet. Rosa, Dickson, Lycan, and I walked side by side, weapons drawn. “No birds,” Rosa said. “No tracks either,” Dickson added. “That’s not normal.” Lycan sniffed the air. “They’re here.” We stopped near a clearing. That’s when we saw them. Three dead wolves. Not killed by humans. Not by blades. But torn apart. Clawed. Bitten. “We need to go back,” I whispered. “Now.”

I don’t know how or if I should. Nova’s red wolf slides across the ground, swiping wicked sharp claws across the side of the white wolf that Ethan tosses away. Laxus’s blonde wolf bites down on the neck of a black fur rogue, shaking it until it goes limp while my father and Aaron circle three rogues, batting at them with their claws.

If Ethan was the alleged scroll-keeper, he would know that the Cains were the white wolves on this continent. I turned my gaze to look at Ethan, who was staring at me, without blinking his eyes. I surprised him with this revelation. Taking it as a chance to confess and get everything off my chest, I told him everything. About Harper and Sebastian being the white wolves, about the red lakes pack, the problems the white wolves experienced with procreating with their mates, Harper's rejection and then his acceptance, and lastly, my dreams about the moon goddess's visits. Ethan didn't say anything through my ramble and I was growing worried every second. His face was blank and I had no idea how

It was the wolf military, a formidable force that wove together the disparate realms of the untamed wilderness and the bustling civilization. This extraordinary alliance served as a bridge, connecting the hearts of humans with their animal counterparts in a way that was both mysterious and profound. In the vast tapestry of life, there existed a remarkable tale that spoke volumes about the extraordinary potential of unity. It was a story that unfolded in the realm where humanity and nature converged, intertwining their destinies in a harmonious dance. Within this enchanting narrative, the resplendent virtues of peace, compassion, and the untamed essence of the wolves thrived, casting a spell

Her sky-blue eyes drilled holes behind Hakan’s head, flashing the three muscular men a smirk whenever their eyes would wander over to where she was. “Then, I’ll be leaving Richard in charge while I go out to the city. Check the borders, I’ve been hearing talks about rogue wolves roaming around the forest from our hunters.” The man called Richard stepped up before bowing his head, as he received orders from his alpha. The three burly men left immediately when Hakan dismissed the group, turning around to face Skye with her arms crossed and looking bored.

“You did nothing wrong.” Her pulse refused to slow. The Northern Wolves. The book. She had taken it without understanding why, back when escape had been all instinct and terror. Taken it from Lucian’s study, heart racing as if it already knew it mattered. It told a history Wildbourne never taught. Wolves as balance. Hunters as something broken long ago. Some nights she believed it completely. Other nights, she feared it was dangerous just to read. It had become Ever’s favourite story. Now she knelt in the sandpit, holding Ever close, eyes darting as the ground beneath them seemed to hum.

Right now, I need him. We head into town. We share the town with another pack called Red River. The town has shopping, restaurants and bars. We head to our favorite bar called The Hound. When we arrive several wolves, greet us as we walk to the bar. The owner Tommy pours us whiskey. “You feeling okay?” Devin asks. I hang my head and down my drink and Tommy pours me another. “No man I’m not. I feel lost.” I reply. “Dude go and get her. This feeling is not going to go away until she is back with you.” Devin tells me. “I can’t she doesn’t belong here with me,” I down another drink and get a refill.

As I closed the distance, the smell of decay blew my way, and I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Whoever was on our land was close. Just as I was about to grab Maddie, a scrawny and sickly wolf skidded around the house, foam dripping from its muzzle. My eyes burned as I felt my beast come forward, needing to protect our baby. Maddie stumbled with surprise as I jumped over her head, shifting mid-air into my wolf and colliding with the rogue. I could hear her crying behind me as I bit and clawed at the intruder.