Novel & Cerita Don't Look Back Werewolf Novel

he replies with an elated tone, splashing some cold water into my face. “Aaaaah,” I shriek, jumping back, hitting the sink with my butt. He laughs hard, and I momentarily relax, joining in his laughing. As the shower starts running, we drop the act. “What do you think?” I ask. “Well, for starters, this is a werewolf pack’s territory for sure,” Jason motions for me to get in the shower and turns his back to me. “The Greyback pack territory we visited had no remains of any buildings. It was possibly magically moved. The Howler’s Pack territory had bombed and burned down buildings. This pack was neither bombed nor moved. There are no signs of fighting or bullet marks on the buildings. Still, I

Chapter 23: Shadows of the Past In the midst of the seemingly tranquil days, shadows of the past stirred, casting doubt on the fragile equilibrium Adrian and Seraphina had fought so hard to establish. A series of ominous events unfolded, revealing that the scars of history were not easily healed. One moonlit night, as the hybrid child looked out over the peaceful alliance from the highest point of the werewolf territory, a mysterious figure emerged from the shadows. The silhouette bore an uncanny resemblance to a long-lost enemy—an ancient vampire who had once sought to annihilate the werewolf clan.

Avalea I don’t know how long I was unconscious, but when I come to, I’m once again staring into the Werewolf’s silver-gray eyes. They’re not glowing this time, thanks to the bright sunlight flooding the hut. I try to sit up, but wince as pain shoots up my leg. I’m still feeling light-headed. The Werewolf is looking at the blood-soaked remains of my nightgown and the pool of blood on the floor with horror. “What the hell!” he exclaims.

The Alpha concluded. And growling and roaring in happiness and in unison, the warriors led by Lucas stormed out, chanting a war song as they all transformed into werewolves one by one. I watched them from the window in my room as they marched on out, my eyes searching and spotting Lucas’s wolf in the forefront of the others. I stared on at him as they growled on as if that was going to be the last time I was going to see him alive. And wished silently in my heart that he would never return alive this time.

“Stop it. It doesn't suit you one bit.” He grinned and started walking backwards to the door. “I do not have to come back for you right? You can easily find your way back to your room.” I gave him a you-must-be-joking look. “Alright. I'll be back,” he said as he shut the door behind him. I settled on one of the comfortable armchairs and was soon lost in the history of werewolves and vampires and how they ended up becoming enemies. About an hour later, I heard a heavy book thud to the ground and I froze in shock. It was suddenly too quiet.

That was when his cruel rejection came, and I could not stomach all that had happened. *End Of Flashback* "Did you even know why you came here in the first place? You came here because I bought you! You were sold to me! But what? You are my mate? What kind of joke is playing!" He pushed off the table in the room in anger and I jerked away in fear. He was so scared at the time that I do not know why he was so angry. I do not know how the Lycan world works but I have read stories on how they meet their mate.

Redwood chose not to engage in a confrontation, knowing the consequences of his heightened anger. Instead, he allowed them to escape. After days of research, he finally stumbled upon a book titled "Lycanthrope." Like other ancient books, it featured a strange engraving of a wolf with a half-human body, standing on its back legs, howling with its face turned upward and arms outstretched. This book contained all the crucial information he had been searching for. It began with a specific line "A tale of a greedy father and his innocent daughter. If one were to come across this book, they would soon realize that they could never rid themselves of it.

It read, "The Blackclaw pack has been unusually active lately. They're taking over the smaller packs nearby. Stay alert." I replied, "Don't worry. I already have a plan." After that, I set the messaging stone aside and gazed out at the moon. Nina stirred inside me, restless with excitement and hungry for revenge. The day of the ceremony would be the moment I took my revenge. I wanted Cyrus to see for himself how the she-wolf he favored would betray him. I wanted him to feel what it was like to be stabbed in the back by the one he trusted most. And he would learn that every hurt he caused me would be paid back twice over.

I didn’t have good memories of this place but I cannot deny that their lands were once a sight to behold. As we approached the pack house, the silence struck me. There were no children playing, everyone seemed to find solace under their own roof. I could see some malnourished wolves on their porches. Their ribs were visible through their fur. Their eyes widened when they recognized me. They began whispering among themselves. I didn’t cower. I strutted with my shoulders raised. "Is that... Serena?" "How is this possible? She died. We all saw it." "Look at her. She has changed. Is that a Lycan with her?”

The porch light hummed like a small sun. I stood beneath it for several minutes after Colton disappeared into the trees, one hand still pressed flat to the locked door, my palm aching from the pressure. The kitchen behind me was warm and yellow and ordinary. The woods beyond the window were black and wet and full of wolves. Real wolves. Werewolves. The words kept circling in my head like moths around a flame, burning themselves up every time they touched the memory of Colton’s body folding into shadow and fur.