Novel & Cerita Crimson Paws

This was obviously Althea taking some control in order to protect us. Soon we clawed our way up into the trees, jumping from one tree to the other, trying to cover more ground whilst making it harder for them to catch us. I could smell that these wolves weren’t rogue. They were pack members of the Crimson pack, one of the well-known packs that had the strongest warriors. Also one of the few packs that were of pure blood from the first family. I was sure that I had stayed off the border lines. So why were they chasing me?

A tiny brown pup with a white circular patch on its forehead looked up at me in dismay, its soaking wet fur sticking to its body, along with sand and all kinds of dirt that would be a pain in the butt to clean off. Chuckling at his sorrowful expression, I knelt down to pat his little head. "What's the matter? You weren't allowed to play in the sea?" Another whine told me that indeed, that had been the scenario. Looking forward, I saw two wolves rushing through the waves. The bigger wolf with dark brown fur and black patches and a smaller wolf with complete black fur. The waves were high, but I wasn't worried. Cameron would never let anything happen to his precious princess.

Matteo requested it before they arrived there and started the meeting without resting. “His Highness, I’m sorry to interrupt, but we can’t let this thing slide. The kidnapped pups came from an excellent lineage of warriors and fighters. And it will not be a shock if someone from an Alpha or Beta blood or even from a Gamma blood is reported missing too.” Alpha Jake of the Crimson Pack said. It worried Matteo and the palace, thinking his uncle was behind it.

Crystal walked at Ryder’s side, still human, her fingers brushing his thick fur as they left the courtyard. Aelira stirred in her chest, urging her forward, reminding her that fire and wolf were both part of her. * The Road, Borders* Paws struck damp soil, claws scraped against stone, and the occasional caw of a raven cut through the stillness. The trees stood tall on either of their sides, leaving a narrow path at the center. Crystal walked beside Ryder, Aelira pacing strong within her. Still, her wolf was restless. Something stirs, Aelira whispered.

The midnight skyline of Port Apex was obscured by a thick fog, turning the massive steel cranes into looming phantoms over the black water. Inside the glass-walled command center of Vance Enterprise, the air was sharp with cold air conditioning. Massive wall monitors glowed with real-time global trade routes, but three major digital corridors stretching from Singapore to Rotterdam had suddenly flashed from deep blue to a stark, ominous crimson. Victoria stood before the central map, a glass of untouched scotch resting in her palm. The amber liquid caught the harsh red glare of the screens. She had discarded her blazer, wearing a sleeveless midnight-black tailored vest over her crisp blouse.

You would think I would have learned my lesson by now. Crimson surges forward as my bones crack, snap, and pain shoots through my body. One minute I’m on two legs. The next, I’m on all four paws. Crimson loses control as she begins to use her claws and teeth to shred the den to pieces, refusing to ever be locked down here or bow down to another bitch.

Caspian’s POV Dylan and I move like shadows through the forestry in our wolf forms. Dylan’s wolf is a mocha brown, whilst the fur on my paws showcases a lighter, ivory hue. We follow our normal routine route that has been allocated for centuries for patrol units. The path we take is a thin line that penetrates through the grass, weighed down into a muddy consistency by the numerous paw prints that litter it day in and day out.

I spun and started running towards Abigail’s house, Crimson growled in my head, “let me out, he’s catching up too fast.” “NO!” I screamed out loud and I felt her pushing through, I could feel him right behind us and tears blurred my vision as I shifted. The man stopped as Crimson spun on him, his eyes went wide as she stalked towards him, her jaws open showing off her canines and she lunged for him, her front paws hitting his chest and he fell to the forest floor. He rolled to his side and shifted, he was a brown wolf, smaller than Crimson and she cackled in our head, as they both rounded each other. I heard paws hitting the earth hard and heavy coming up behind him and that’s when Maximu

The air was electric with energy, filled with the sound of their excited barks and playful growls, as the grassy field became their canvas for youthful antics. My pup, Alma, with her sleek, dark coat that seemed to shimmer in the light, bounded joyfully across the meadow. Her vibrant spirit matched that of Matt’s pup, Sionavar—Sion for short—whose striking silver fur caught the sunlight like a beacon. Alice’s pup, Kerian, was undeniably mischievous, with sparkling green eyes and a quick, darting movement that always kept him a step ahead. Kim’s pup ZaZu, adorned with unique patches of gray and black, gilded gracefully through the grass, while Cam’s pup Rema, the largest of the group, exuded

Blood sprayed in dark arcs that caught the strange, too-bright moonlight and glittered like spilled ink. The Crimson Claw pack was smaller but fiercer, red-brown fur flashing like embers. They fought dirty: going for throats, hamstrings, eyes. One of them, a lean female with white streaks on her flanks, leapt onto the back of a Silverfang warrior and clamped her jaws around his neck. He thrashed, yelped once, went still.