Do Wolves Seek Revenge の小説・ストーリー

One of the stories is the foundation of our custom that mate marks are for life. Legend says that the Moon Goddess took pity on a rejected mate that had been marked. She took the mark away, leaving the curve of her neck smooth and unblemished. The Moon Goddess visited her in a dream and told her she would have a second chance to find love. There would be a new mark that would be forever. The she-wolf was so angry with the Moon Goddess and refused her gift. She told the Moon Goddess that no man nor wolf would ever control her again. She would never accept another mate. The woman screamed that the pain was too much. The she-wolf screamed at the Moon Goddess and insulted her. When the she-wolf

“No, my wolf cannot let Mommy suffer like this for nothing! My claws will get pure revenge! The Loko pack and the Blackmoor pack, right? I am going to blow their big stone houses sky-high with my bombs!” My own eyes are super red, but my mind retains its steady composure. I reach out and stop Zevran’s arm. “You seeking messy revenge right now will only remind Mommy of her painful past winters. Her mouth has not mentioned a word about it to our ears, meaning her heart does not want us to know. Let’s keep our wolves calm for now. Our hands will have plenty of giant chances for revenge later on.”

I couldn’t stay there and continue to face the disgrace of that day. My wolf is still weak. From time to time, he would groan within me, maybe to tell me he was still there or a sign of mourning. With every movement on the ground, my body still burned with pain. Whenever my body brushed against a tree or hit a rock, the pain would multiply. However, my will prompted me to continue to move on. If this will be my end, so be it. it was better than staying in the clan where no one cared anymore.

Still, I was relieved to note that they didn't seem to know everything; like where the mutt was and that she was mate. “What's happening Graeme? There's talk of retaliation by the humans of the wolf packs are found to be responsible for the attack on one of their own. Even war is being spoken of.” The oldest wolf in my pack, Elder Callum rasped in his thin, whispery voice and several murmurs of assent followed.

He backed away because he was afraid I might do what she did to him. "Come on before they come," my mother pulled him upright. He was still sobbing, "They killed my parents," he cried. They ran into the woods together before the werewolves arrived. Gradually the place changed and I just saw myself standing in my room where my two parents were facing each other. They look serious while talking and frowned. "I told you to stop this, revenge will not be rewarded, I left my group for you because I thought you could change, please stop this mess you entered and..."

"But a shifter? Wolves are pretty sexy animals." Sexy! Lia hadn't heard that particular adjective applied to wolves in her lifetime, at least from humans. From them, she'd heard adjectives like rabid and vicious and crazy. And certainly those applied to the pack that had decimated her own. But Lia knew firsthand wolves could be definitely sexy. "She certainly made it believable," the woman behind Lia said.

And with all the life in me, I will come back again! I will rise from the ashes. And when I do, the Andersson family watch out! Because you will not know what hit you until it’s too late. That’s my promise to you! When I take my seat on the airplane, I finally relax a bit and caress my belly. It’s you and me now! Your mommy got this. I will not cry a single tear for your dad again. He is not worth it! but one day I will come back and take revenge. That fucking jerk.

“At this time, Melissa was a defender of humans in the pack. But some of the wolves never liked humans, some of them wanted your mother dead. They approached me and I agreed to help them. On that night, I poured poison into your mother’s plate. Unbeknownst to me, my sweet Melissa, my precious mate, with our child being only a few days old, sacrificed herself for your mother … for a human … and what good did that make? I swore I would get revenge on her. I swore I would rid us of those annoying useless weak humans. And today, I get my revenge by killing you, and your human mate and then … then I’ll go take care of the others.” He had that crazy look in his eyes. No reasoning could make him ch

I envied her. The hours passed and the moon moved across the window and the wind rattled the glass. I thought about Lucian and the bodies and the girl with the black eyes. I thought about the witch marks on the tree and the camp hidden in the forest. I thought about the rumors and the whispers and the way the wolves looked at me like I was something they could not understand. I thought about revenge. I had come to Blackfrost to find the wolves who had turned their backs during Salem. I had come to make them pay for their betrayal and their cowardice and their silence. I had come to burn their academy to the ground.

The goddess blesses me with someone like that—that ugly thing. I will seek revenge on my wolf for killing my mate. He will regret his actions. I plan to hurt his mate in return. How can I make them both suffer? I want her to experience unimaginable pain. I will make her suffer by getting involved with another she-wolf. This will cause her great pain or even lead to her demise, as she lacks a wolf.