Dog Werewolf Muzzle Mga Nobela at Kwento

I wince when I see one wolf bite the jaw of another and then howl. Noah and I proceed to go inside. I’m a few steps behind her when I feel a familiar aura and turn around. That's when I see the dog she was talking about. It is, in fact not a dog, but a wolf. A massive one, with fur that looks silver at first, but as he moves, the colour changes, flickering between icy white, pale blue, and soft grey. I immediately recognise the unique shade of moonstone fur and the piercing gaze of his scarlet eyes. “Oh my God!” I gasp. “Jagger!”

another enforcer named Liam stuttered nervously as the beast snarled at him. "Bring me heavy silver chains from the transport truck and tie his massive snout shut so he cannot hurt anyone else today," I ordered my men as I stepped off the massive wolf. Azriel immediately tried to snap his jaws at my ankle but Marcus slammed the butt of his heavy rifle directly into the wolf's skull to keep him pinned to the stone. "I have him secured right here so you can go find your mate before the rest of the Crescent Moon guards realize what just happened," Marcus yelled over the loud blaring sirens.

It catches my arm with its teeth. Pain explodes through me, but I don't let go. I punch it in the snout with my free hand, hard enough to make it release me. We separate, both bleeding, both wary. The rogue is panting, foam dripping from its jaws. And that's when I see it. Around its neck, barely visible through the matted fur, is a collar. Not a normal collar. This one glows with faint symbols. Magic. Someone put a spell on this wolf. Someone made it go rogue.

“That’s normal the first few times. Your wolf’s been asleep too long. She’s stretching. Talk to her. Tell her it’s safe.” I focused harder. Umfa, I thought. I’m here. I’m not running. We’re together now. The pain sharpened in my jaw. My teeth ached as they lengthened slightly. A muzzle started to push forward—short, incomplete. Fur covered my shoulders, my neck. My eyes burned. When I opened them, the world looked sharper, colors brighter. Silver light flickered in my vision. I held it for maybe ten seconds. Then it slipped. The fur vanished in waves. My bones snapped back. I collapsed forward onto my hands, breathing hard.

I murmur, pulling the door open. She shrinks further into the corner, her ears flattening as she growls again. Her head moves to the side when I move, and I notice a chunky black collar around her neck. The metallic box strapped to it is unmistakable, and I can’t stop the snarl that bursts from me. “They put a fucking shock collar on my mate!” The wolves behind me growl as well, setting off a tense air in the room. Aurora’s wolf yelps and cowers back again, practically shrinking in fear. The acrid scent of distress fills the air, mixing with the blood and filth that already fills my senses.

I can feel his presence beside me, a comforting anchor in the chaos that surrounds us, but he is unable to come to my aid as I thrash against the sticky tendrils that bind me. Just when I feel myself slipping into despair, a blur of fur and teeth emerges from the shadows. Mabel, in her majestic wolf form, bounds toward me with a primal growl, her eyes ablaze with determination. With a swift motion, she sinks her sharp teeth into the webbing, tearing it away with a strength born of instinct and experience.

To protect his mate. So, I dropped my white muzzle towards the Earth and let out a series of pitiful whines. Then I pawed at my cage. My grey wolf responded to his luna’s cries before the first drops of dew had even fallen upon the Earth, and began to slash at the cage between us, shredding metal. My dark wolf rammed the weakened steel with his powerful body again and again. Together, as one, we beat at my cage until it gave away, until the metal broke, and I was set free.

The only thing that wasn’t black on Gannon was a white star on his chest that signified he was something special and powerful, and not to be messed with. Susan’s wolf was black on top with mostly silver on the underside on her tail, legs, belly, neck, and muzzle. The silver under Susan’s chin, muzzle, and neck was interspersed with pieces of dark brown fur. The black stripe down Susan’s nose and covering her ears is only broken up by a few silver hairs inside her ears and then silver from her cheeks and lower lip, running the whole underside.

“Just patching wounds? Silly me. I must have been too eager for all the action to begin. I thought the Mating Ball had started already.” Hazel made a move to exit the room, but the werewolf raised his hand. His claws were mottled: black with streaks of silver. They weren’t as long as our Alpha’s black claws, but they were razor-sharp. His lazy voice suddenly grew cold. The sudden change in tone made my hackles rise once more. “I didn’t dismiss you yet.”

Myla was completely shocked and scared. The men have orange paint on their body. There teeth were all big and brown. They wore necklace that was made from the teeth of animals. They looked dominant and heartless. They grinned when they saw Myla and its companion. They positioned themselves to caught her and the wolf. Full moon, growls. He begun to become aggressive. Myla was so lost on what to do. They were already surrounded. “full moon, do not do anything stupid”, she uttered. “you know I could not afford to lose you”, she added.