Novel & Cerita Clawdeen X Toralei

As I slid into the back seat my eyes caught something on the back of the front seats, a symbol carved deep and proud, and my stomach dropped instantly. I knew that insignia. Cold spread through me like ice and my hands curled into fists. “Mom,” I asked quietly, my voice barely steady, “who is your new mate.” She smiled softly and said with clear pride, “The Lycan King, Jonathan Claw.” “Oh no.”

THE BLOOD THAT REMEMBERS The scent of death clung to the air like fog. Liana stood at the cliff’s edge, wind tangling her hair, eyes fixed on the body that lay broken beneath moonlight. The woman’s chest still smoked where the word TRAITOR had been branded—by claw, by magic, or both. Kael said nothing. But his wolf was rising. She could feel it pulsing off him—an electric hum beneath his skin, a violent silence before the storm. His shoulders shook, his fists curled at his sides, and when Xander arrived moments later, even he hesitated before stepping closer.

And when I stand I can clearly see why. Four wolves are attacking her. Their scents and colors tell me immediately who they are; my idiot teammates. And I'm filled with hope again. But it doesn't last. They claw and bite, attacking with everything they have, but Dena far outclasses all of them. One swipe of her claws sends Corrin into a wall and I hear a whimper as she bites down on Celeste's back before tossing her limp body to the side. “No!” I roar, running to Celeste and reaching for her flickering aura and pouring what's left of my energy into her.

Clarence flies through the air and falls, rolling to a stop with a broken arm and a leg bent in the opposite way. I glare at her, circling her and Drex and displaying on my face a hate so intense I can see the color black. Seething at me, Drex shifts into his ashen wolf. It’s much smaller than mine as I chuckle inwardly. ‘Show him who’s boss, Talon'. For killing my heir…not even allowing him the chance to see his parents and have his first breath of air…. I will devour you and splay your shredded parts all over the lands of Mexico.

Convel’s POV This is the day every werewolf in our pack is waiting for; the festival of the red blood moon that only happens once every 10 years. Blood moon appears to be the werewolves’ source of strength during the great war centuries ago. “Convel!” I follow the voice, and it leads me to one of our dungeon guards. “Do we have any problem?” I take a quick look at the entrance of the dungeon, worrying if something happened. “Nothing happened, but the prisoner screamed so loud last night.”

“I'm coming.” “No.” My reply came before he finished the thought. “If the pack sees you rushing here, questions will follow. We still have time to deal with this ourselves.” “Then tell me everything.” He demanded. I leaned closer to Elana once more, forcing myself to ignore the fear threatening to cloud my judgment. The scent had grown stronger and sharper and just enough for me to remember it's name. "...Deadclaw." Greyman's silence confirmed what I already feared. When he finally answered, his voice sounded older than I had ever heard it. “Are you certain?”

“Then you know… and you will learn how potent… how dangerous… how irresistible… it can be when we are together.” The intimacy was broken suddenly by a shadow detaching from the treeline—a figure cloaked in black, emanating corrupted energy far stronger than the scouts they had faced. The Iron Claw’s agent stepped forward, golden eyes glinting, teeth bared, power crackling around them like a storm. Thalen’s body tensed, golden aura flaring, wolf instincts rising to the surface. “This is no scout,” he growled. “It is a predator… and it knows you are the key.”

Three of his men are dead and even if he is dying, he is still very concerned about her safety, more than his own. “C’mon, we’re leaving together,” she tries to drag Clayton but at this moment, a rogue werewolf jumps out of nowhere and lunges at her. Leila recoils in fear and closes her eyes, too scared and confused to even use the most basic defence tactics. The claws of the rogue never touch her as Clayton pushes her and blocks her with his back, yelling out in pain as the claws of the rogue dip into him, grazing his spine. “Run Leila, go!” He yells at her, throwing the rogue off him even as blood begins to rush from his mouth and ears from the aconite gas.

Another cruel trick of fate is to have a mate that does not recognize you. “Cormac, I turned into a red wolf and Raven into a white tiger. I always knew we fought like cats and dogs. I just always thought I would be the cat.” I rub her back, reassuring her that all will be okay. I just cannot get over her smell, though. Something is not right. That thought is cut off when the Tora Clan and Lyall Clan Alphas come up and Ryeleigh jumps away from me. They say we have only minutes to change, and we will all meet up at the Joint Alpha house with all celebrations being cancelled for the time being. We go to our locker rooms to change, but this was not the way it was all supposed to happen.

He needed it. “Now!” Kayden’s voice roared in my mind. Colt lunged, knocking me to the ground. His massive form pinned me as his canines tore dangerously close to my throat. I struggled against him, my claws igniting with the golden and blackish glow of Xael’s energy. With a roar of my own, I plunged my claws into his chest, right where his heart should be. Kayden struck at the same moment, his jaws tearing into Colt’s back.