Novel & Cerita Crimson Paws

Katie’s P.O.V. My heartbeat stumbled. An involuntary gasp escaped me. “Did you see that? The wolves with crimson markings.” Osiris glanced in the direction I was looking. His expression barely changed. “They belong to the Crimson Claw Pack. You saw such brown wolves in your vision. So today, I have invited all the notable warrior families from their territory.” His voice remained calm as he continued walking toward the stage. “Look around, Kate. And if you recognize anyone, tell me immediately.”

I stated, pointing at the Crimson Pack’s emblem that’s in the presentation. Then, I continued, “In that report, you can vividly see evidences pointing that teh Crimson Pack is adding Red Azaleas, an addictive herbs, to the medications they supply over the years. It’s effects are highly dangerous for eveyone as it could make the full grown werewolves addictive and go rogue. As for pups, they would go weak until such time that they will lose their wolves.” Gasped filled the room and I continued. "My dear members. Everyone of you here are someone's parent, someone's grandparent, or you will be a parent one day."

Their reputation for fierce battles and unyielding determination preceded them. Amelia's gaze shifted, catching sight of the distant Crimson Peak Pack, with their fiery orange markings representing the fierce determination that ran in their veins. Their pack members were known for their exceptional agility and swiftness in battle. Their presence at the summit signified a potential shift in power dynamics, their aspirations clashing with the established order.

Each movement was powerful and graceful, his presence commanding respect from anyone who crosses him. Mikhail, though slightly smaller, was equally impressive. His fur was a dark grey, almost silver, with streaks of black running through it. His eyes were a warm amber, glowing with a fierce intelligence and cunning. Mikhail’s movements were swift and agile, embodying a lethal blend of strength and speed. Fully shifted, they both let out a collective howl, a sound that echoed through the forest, a signal to everyone that the devil is back . They sprinted through the woods, their paws barely making a sound on the forest floor, moving as one cohesive unit.

The bond was tugging harder now, stronger, impossible to resist. The square was a wild, chaotic celebration of joy, laughter, and love. Mates were finding each other under the crimson light, their howls of unity echoing across the pack lands. My wolf clawed at me, restless and demanding, urging me to find her. And then I saw her.

Amara pov: The morning air bit at my skin as we stepped out of the armored vehicle and into the cruel winter haze near the border fence. Snow fell in lazy spirals, soft and deceptive, trying to cover the stench of death clinging to the earth. But nothing could mask it—not for someone like me. Not for someone who knew the difference between blood spilled in battle and blood spilled as a warning. Kira walked ahead with grim purpose, her eyes scanning everything—every tree, every footprint, every glint of metal buried in the frost.

That night, Anthony's mother, the ever-so-sweet Camila Morentti, held my hand and asked with a warm smile, "Sweetie, this is your home now. What would you like for a wedding present? You name it, and it's yours." Before I could even think of an answer, Anthony chimed in, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he gazed at me, "Mom, let's give Isabella the hot spring retreat up on the mountain! She can't stand the cold, and it'll be the perfect cozy spot for her in the winter. Plus, it's great for her health." Camila agreed without a second thought. Anthony remembered how much I hated the cold. Sebastian remembered, too. That was why, in what felt like a previous life, he used my deepest fear in

The stone beneath the pedestal exploded upward in a spray of razor-sharp shards. From the black void beneath the floor, they emerged. Pale Wolves. They weren't the sleek, noble Lycans of the North. These were monstrous, ancient things. Their fur was the color of bone, matted with cave-dirt and old blood. Their eyes were milky, blind voids that saw through scent and heat. They were twice the size of a standard Alpha, their limbs elongated and twisted, their claws carving deep furrows into the obsidian as they hauled themselves into the light.

Then humanity needed to change with it. At first, Husen worked alongside them willingly. He believed they were searching for a cure. For months they studied ancient blood samples preserved beneath the station. The samples behaved unlike anything known. They regenerated damaged tissue. They repaired cells. They adapted to foreign organisms instead of rejecting them. The researchers named it...Crimson Blood. Husen warned them repeatedly. "We don't understand it." Their answer never changed. "We'll never understand it if we're afraid to touch it."

Crimson had been trying to keep very still, but as she placed her hand down, to shift to a more comfortable position, the floorboards creaked and the creature sharply turned its head towards her, fixing her in a calm, level gaze, almost as if it hadn't realised she had been there at all. The young woman noticed for the first time that unlike the other beast, this one was a lot darker in its colouring, a very thick grey fur rippling across its fearsome muscled torso. There was also something much more intelligent about it too, as the second it laid eyes on Crimson an almost pained expression washed over its face, its beautiful and distinctive blue eyes gazing back at her from behind a sleek a