Romans & histoires Commander Wolffe

But beneath the surface, she was working tirelessly. Dane had proven to be an invaluable ally. His connections ran deep through the pack, and he knew exactly which wolves were loyal to the Blackwood family and which ones had been seduced by Kaelen's promises of power. Together, they had identified a small but growing network of wolves who were willing to fight for the true alpha line.

53. I Hope You'll Love Me Now, Dad! It was a shaky wind that snapped them all out of their frozen state and made them run ahead to save the commander before Zavier Wright bit him down to pieces. Alpha Killian grabbed the back of his head and separated him from the shuddering commander, who was bleeding to tears and panic. The beta and the gamma dragged the old man away while the alpha endeavored to control the enraged wolf. He seemed uncontrollable, his eyes a midnight dark and teeth were thirsty of penetrating into more meat. Zavier howled and jumped upon alpha Killian.

Garlof says and I roll my eyes at the perfect answer. "Thank you, Commander Garlof," the announcer says and the crowd cheers as Garlof waves. "Now onto our third Commander, Commander Fornis of Cok. He led a covert mission into Muysock's controlled space. Not only was the mission a success, but he also didn't lose a single soul in the mission," the announcer says and Fornis takes off with his hand in the air. The crowd roars and I glance longingly at the other side of the field where I know the females are waiting.

"The food and drinks will be loaded in a few minutes. Please, let us know if you need anything else for the journey." Commander. Since Alpha Marcos assigned me to be the first in command, most of the wolves, especially the werewolf guardians were encouraged to address me as their commander, the same position they addressed to my papa when he was still alive. Not that I am complaining, my wolf was not used to being addressed highly. I don't want to give the rest of the wolves the reason to get jealous of my position in the pack. "Gold. Do we still have enough gold? Could someone inquire from Alpha Marcos if we are allowed to bring gold?"

A smile then curled her lips in relief. “Commander, are you…? Contact the chief.” Avalon raced to the commander crouching on the floor. She saw how badly injured their commander was. However, it still looked like he was moving around like normal, granted that no one else could protect these people. “I’m okay. Delta’s making sure I can move around for a few more minutes. Let’s get these people out.” Wolfram slowly got up and looked at half of his elite Red Core squad. “Bring those terrorists to me.”

By the time the military transport plane landed at the Riverdale Military Airfield, night had long since fallen. Carrying my duffel bag down the airstair, I was hit by a gust of freezing wind, thick with an unfamiliar, damp chill. "Major Tomlinson!" From a distance, an old military officer with graying hair at his temples strode over. The general stars on his epaulets gleamed softly under the lights. He came to a halt right in front of me, raised his hand, and gave me a standard military salute. "I'm Bruno Black, the deputy commander of the Riverdale Military District.

Lucifer came in next on the pecking order, though ze had full authority during any combat maneuvers. Otherwise, hir command was roughly equal to the Rear Admirals. After hir were Jax and Harwood, both frigate captains. And after them were Freya, Xylo, Kali, and Tyretha, all of whom were Squadron and Commando Leaders. Amarok came in at the tail end. Although the wolves were split among the military and civilian halves, she still represented all of them. At least, as best she could.

Hundreds of Omegas, elders, and wounded warriors who had stayed behind stood in absolute silence, their eyes darting from the captured supply wagons to the lone, bound figure dragged at the rear of our column. It was the Vanguard Commander. His once-glistening silver armor was dented, caked in drying black clay, and stripped of all royal insignia. His hands were bound tightly behind his back with thick, rough hemp rope, his head hanging low as Beta Vance violently shoved him forward onto the cold stone flagstones. The commander hit his knees with a heavy, metallic clank, his breathing ragged and shallow as he stared down at the dirt, refusing to meet the gaze of the wolves he had been sent t

The wolf then shook out his fur, and sat on his hind legs, staring at Archer expectantly. On sensing the wolf, the commander bowed, exposing his neck. "Alpha." The wolf sniffed the air while releasing its dominance. When it sensed that the commander was harmless, he withdrew his dominance, causing the commander to release a relieved breath. Archer rolled his eyes at his wolf's dramatics. "How long have I been out?" He asked, going back into the room with the commander walking after him. "Two days. Like I said before, you had the men worried because they couldn't feel you."

I was so livid that I tried to lunge at Ella, but her sidekicks held me back, with one of the women grabbing a fistful of my hair and snarling, "You want to save Wanda, huh? You'd better take a good look at yourself, you pathetic loser! You're a nobody!" Joseph shoved me hard, sending me sprawling to the ground. "That's enough, Yvonne Sommer! You're just stirring up trouble and being difficult at this point! You clearly don't respect my position as your drill instructor at all, Yvonne!"