Novel & Cerita Do Wolves Seek Revenge

I blinked several times to adjust to my surroundings realizing that I was still in that dark place somewhere in my mind and sighed that my argument with my wolf still hadn't been settled. I pouted, I wasn't asking the moon, just for my wolf to be my ally. I can't believe he can't understand me when the memory of my wounded mother lying in her blood still hovers in my mind. And what about the fact that her death was so unjust and cruel at the hands of a capricious man? I certainly didn't know my father, but the fact that he was killed by the same man is something I can't accept. I just want revenge... Is it something wrong? I gritted my teeth, almost biting my lip until it bled, all the while

As the fight got more intense, the two werewolves shifted, so that where two men were fighting before, there was a very large grey wolf, Thomas, and a slightly smaller black wolf, Jonas. The wolves circled each other, the grey one’s eyes full of wisdom, experience, and anger. In the black wolf’s eyes were a knowing look … and triumph, which was weird because it was being beaten hands down. Several bones in its body had been broken and it was favoring its right front leg, whereas the other wolf was very much unhurt. The fact that the black wolf was being beaten did not seem to faze it, though. Its eyes kept darting around, as though searching for something, so the pack members thought that it

Well, they were about to taste it soon enough. He had not a second to waste, before the witches got even the slightest whiff they were plotting their revenge, they should have finished their attack, and returned to the pack. He turned to his pack, looking at over a thousand wolves in their wolf form ready to do the needful to avenge those that they’ve lost. From friends, to lovers, to family. They all had their personal reason for this, but collectively they were doing this for the pack and for themselves, not just because their Alpha commanded it.

"You little defenseless packs would call on your precious council to come to deal with the rogues terrorizing your people, and we would be killed for doing the same thing that you celebrate doing yourselves!" "Is that your plan then? You are going to take our resources, and kill our people because you want revenge for us hunting on no man's land?" The astonishment and humor in Parker's tone had multiple wolves behind him laughing, but he silenced them with a flick of his hand by his side. "Don't waste my time. You called for a meeting. Either tell me what you want or be on your way."

The promise of retribution, coupled with a material incentive, added a layer of urgency to the rallying cry for vengeance. In this charged moment, the air itself seemed to vibrate with a shared understanding. Sebastian's plea, fueled by both personal loss and a collective yearning for justice, transformed the pack meeting into a crucible of emotions. The unspoken pact formed among the wolves, as the promise of reward hung in the air, created a complex tapestry of motivations—from grief and determination to the allure of a tangible prize. In the midst of the pack's collective turmoil, Mia's words cut through the air with a tone of resignation. "There's no stopping Sebastian now," she observed

Even before they reached the girls they were already trembling, after all there was no one else besides them and their group to whom they could ask for help. -Soraia, what are we going to do? -Amy asked, seeing those two guys, who probably didn't have good intentions towards them, getting closer and closer. The wolves sniffed their enemies from afar, and the black wolf, smelling his wife next to them, quickened his pace with the other wolves following him, lifting dirt from the sandy ground and the trees became nothing more than a tunnel of blurs around them. What moves them? Passion. And if something bad happens to their loved one, what moves them is revenge. Then the snarling intensified.

Seconds… Just seconds… or I had been too late to stop my own wolf… my mind raced with conflicting emotions, torn between my love for Reese and the primal instincts that surged within me. The wolf inside of me yearned to claim Reese as our mate, to mark her as my own. But I feared the consequences of succumbing to my wolf’s desires. If I would ever hurt her, I would never be able to forgive myself. Hell... how would I even be able to live with myself if I would hurt her?

Some were even going as far as to throw stones, breaking various glasses. A shiver went down Raine’s spine at the sight. This was the most unorganized she’d ever seen this pack. The wolves were all out for Matthias’s blood, and they would not stop until they got something. Revenge was a terribly potent drug, mixed hand in hand with grief, then it became a force of nature.

Allena responded with a furrowed brow. "And why is that, Allena? What is exact reason, why creatures ask help from hell after all those years?" Jonathan asked simply. The Alpha woman swallowed uncomfortably. "Revenge for their kind, wolves kill every creature without thinking twice." Jonathan couldn't help the cynical chuckle that erupted from him. "Revenge? You think simple revenge is all that that they thought of when summoning my grandfather? When they sacrificed thousands of their brethren? They are still ready to give their life Allena."

His expression was soft. Approving. When Ariana finally pulled back, wiping her eyes, I smiled. "Come on. Let me show you where you’ll be staying." Over the next two weeks, seven more wolves arrived. Shane was the third. A massive Delta who’d been betrayed by his Alpha. Left for dead after an ambush. "I survived out of spite," he said bluntly. "Now I want revenge." "Revenge is a strong motivator," I replied. "But I need more than that. I need loyalty."