Novel & Cerita Clawdeen Wolf's Sister

Not to mention that I am a princess. “Do not worry, your secrets are safe with us. I am sure you have heard of gifted wolves, well my sister Taylana is a gifted wolf. Those two are from a clan that was forced to split up due to the fact that they were capturing gifted or rare supernaturals of every species. Some they sold on the black market to whoever paid the highest price some were given to the wannabe vampire king Jyquardini. I am not sure why he wanted them.” Alpha Dillion explains.

Catherine's POV I saw a young female werewolf in a long red dress walking over. Her long wavy waist-length hair made her look charming and flirtatious. Her smiling eyes were even more attractive. I had to admit that she was so beautiful. "Miss Twitty, I'm flattered!" Blake smiled politely. "This is my sister, Eda Twitty." Howard introduced to me, and I nodded. It turned out this powerful, charming woman was Howard's sister. I could tell that her aura was also different from the ordinary members of the pack. It seemed that Blake's friends were all noble.

Kieran turned toward me, eyes glowing brighter than the rest. “Now you see, Clara,” he said softly, almost tender. “We are what we are.” My wolf surged inside me, howling in recognition. Cass gripped my arm, shaking. “Clara, what- what the hell-” I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe. Because everything they’d said, every impossible word… It was true. I was their sister.

They used to cling to me all the time. Cole abruptly raised his hand. His protectors immediately stepped forward with a moonstone container filled with wolfsbane. My eyes widened as I shrieked, "No! What do you think you're doing?" I watched in horror as the protectors poured the entire contents of the container over Irene. My mind went blank. I lunged forward, but the protectors pinned me down. "Cole Grimaldi, you killed my sister! You killed her!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, thrashing with everything I had. Even as my skin tore and bled, I refused to stop.

Kaelin raises a brow, watching me intensely, and when I don’t respond because I can’t and don’t want to, he scoffs at me. “Your sister knows… Maybe not directly that it’s you, but she knows her freaks have been fighting and trying to kill the wolves they encounter. She weaponized them. She gathered them to her with a call, and as soon as they heard it, they were on her time. Her command. Every feral we have encountered is running to her… Every one that fought and tried to kill us did so because it was commanded to.”

I suppressed a shudder at the thought of someone possessing such an ability. There was no way that wouldn’t be abused, at least not where I came from. But I had to admit that I was grateful for him at this moment. “She is not a witch,” Ethan said calmly. “She is Richard Collins’ daughter—a half-werewolf. And though it’s unprecedented for a female to have multiple mates—” “Her wolf must be strong.” Lucas cut him off and stepped forward, gray eyes meeting mine. “Strong indeed, if she has multiple mates.”

she smirks “unless I am correct in what wolf I smell on you and you are the king of the legend, dear brother.” I hold back the gagging sensation at realizing this vampire is my half sister and what she had suggested just moments ago. One of the slower, young wolves then pipes up “But Azalea is the only she-wolf that is new around here! She isn’t old enough to find a mate yet, how could she be his second chance!” All eyes glare at the young wolf who seems dumbfounded.

She seemed to show great interest in my ability to see the future. “What did you say your wolf’s name was again?” She asked. I wasn’t sure why that was relevant but I answered, “Emerald.” “Hmm…” Alpha Everly muses. “It seems our wolves are sisters.” I tilt my head to the side. What could that mean? Everly’s POV

he added sharply, “you need to work on shifting properly. Last night was embarrassing. I should not have had to force your shift in front of visiting Alphas.” I glanced over at my so-called sister. She looked miserable. Still pale. Still sore. Honestly, I almost laughed. You’d think because she came from Delta lineage she’d have a stronger wolf, but nope. Just a weak little pack wolf. What made it funnier was that Clara didn’t even know the truth. Serena and Delphine were my real sisters. Clara was actually our cousin. She was adopted after her parents died in a rogue attack when she was a baby.

The pack fought valiantly, each member embodying the resilience and unity that defined them. The pack gathered in a clearing within their territory, united by their shared purpose and unwavering loyalty. Dakota and Claire stood at the forefront, their love serving as a beacon of courage for their kin. Surrounding them were their siblings, each bearing the weight of their unique supernatural gifts. Dakota's younger sister and Claire's dear friend stood by their side, her vampire instincts honed and ready for the impending battle. Her gaze held a mixture of concern and determination as she glanced at her brother and Claire, understanding the complexity of their relationship.