Cod Modern Warfare 2 Shepherd Novels & Stories

Where Alaric cut throats and spilled blood, Aaron crushed shields and shattered bone, their rhythm so seamless it might have been rehearsed. They were wolves in a pen of sheep. A soldier lunged at Alaric from the side. He twisted, loosing an arrow at point-blank range. It pierced the man’s throat, dropping him in silence. Another came from behind, Alaric spun in the saddle, sword flashing backward to open his belly. He moved without thought, without hesitation. Each kill another step in a grim dance.

Finding the tent always marked red the figure hid in a dark corner, waiting. Soon enough, the reward made his way to the tent, Alpha Gerald Colt and two guard warriors. He entered while the warriors stayed guard outside. The figure produced a dagger with a glossy black blade. Padded feet devoid of sound the figured approached the men from behind. In a quick motion, the dagger went through ones throat and into the forehead of the other. The figure untied the bandana to reveal Ten heaving in battle glory. Parting the entrance of the tent she walked in to see the alpha bowed in prayer, a tradition she knew from the ShadowLake.

She says before grabbing up her twins and taking them to the pack house safe house. I hope I can find Shelby before anything happens but I have to go lock down the borders I've been assigned. The 20 warriors and myself make it to the southern western border, the rogues are slowly coming out of the woods, about 20-30 rogues. I hope everyone on this side of the pack have gotten to one of the safe houses. I roar as I shift into my wolf Aiden before jumping on the nearest rogue and clamp my jaws around it's neck. I drop the rogue and immediately go to the next.

a voice bellows over the chaos. ​Dax. ​My Beta bursts through the smoke, a heavy silver broadsword flashing in his hands as he cleaves a hybrid perfectly in two. Reed and Keira pour in right behind him, arrows flying, turning the cavern into a meat grinder. The stealth mission is dead. This is an all-out war.

I sighed, but had no come back for him, so I unscrewed the top and downed the whole thing. “Now that’s a good alpha. Shall I start my guard duty now, or would time suffice? I was hoping to get back into the library and review some of the Codwall alpha dynasty. Heard he had himself a wolf rider lover without a problem. Though he only ruled for a few full months because he was killed.” “By the rider?” I asked, shocked. “No, that was your great-grandfather Rupert. He gave up his heart and willpower to a rider. Codwall apparently ate some poison berries. He did seem quite the idiot.” Max cackled.

“Who’s He?” The warrior gestured toward the central clearing. “The Shepherd. He’s speaking.” We reached the clearing just as the crowd parted. He stood at the center—not elevated, not crowned, not imposing. Just present. Wolves sat at his feet. Not kneeling. Listening. “You don’t owe me loyalty,” the Shepherd was saying calmly. “Only honesty. Tell me what hurts.” A woman stepped forward, tears slipping down her face. “I can’t protect my cubs. I’m so tired of choosing who eats.”

Five shimmering, human-shaped silhouettes of moving dust materialized in the center of the bay. Leo pushed himself up from the slush, wiping a streak of blood from his lip. He pointed his good hand at the nearest silhouette. "There! Kill them!" Three massive, half-starved wolves launched themselves from behind the fuel pumps, hurtling straight toward the shifting clouds of dust. The lead Weaver raised his cryogenic rifle, but a deformed rogue slammed into his midsection. Claws scraped violently against carbon-fiber plating. The Weaver stumbled backward, his camouflage shorting out in a spray of blue sparks. His silver mask flashed into view an instant before a second wolf crushed his knee jo

The soldier's expression darkened and pulled out his handgun from his waist, aiming the barrel right at Sherah's temple. "Hurry up and leave. Otherwise, I'm going to shoot now!" The cocky Sherah immediately started to feel fear as the icy barrel pointed at Sherah's temple. Sherah shouted in a panic, "Hurry up and let me go! I'm warning you! I—We know your commander-in-chief. My son-in-law and the commander-in-chief were both from the Pendragon War Zone!" Yafe quickly chimed in, "Yes! My son-in-law was from the Pendragon War Zone as well."

Khalid exclaimed, gripping his sword tightly. "Sir Khalid forgive us. The strength of the two of you seems to threaten the entire Sect on this land! We'd better get rid of you from the face of this earth, rather than the names of both of you overshadowing our big names later, "said Zou Fan who is currently known to be the number one strongest warrior in the land of the martial jungle at this time. "Hahaha..Are you sure that only you exist?" shouted Khalid, who was getting angry because he felt trapped by everyone's game in front of him.

Now I’m back, and I’m going to liberate this pack and everyone in it from that piece of shit I used to call ‘mate’. “Have we received any word on the Pale Moon warriors returning?” I ask Shepard. “No, no one has said anything.” I can tell he’s anxious about his pack. Cedar Creek is facing a large army without their beta, if Dawson attacks it’s going to really do some damage to their men. I reach out and grab his hand. “I’m sure they’ll be alright. Theo has support, and you said it yourself He knows how to strategize.” I say, squeezing his hand for comfort.