Novel & Cerita E621 Gay Wolf

My heart was pounding, and I fiddled with my thumbs, trying to keep my calm. “Wolf eyes?” the cruel older man said. “That’s all we are going off of? Mauve, this is an insane plea and you know it.” “Wolf eyes are unmistakable Charles,” she replied. “But kids can edit photos nowadays. A picture means nothing!” “It means we have something worth looking into,” the woman, Mauve, declared. “Wolf law states that only humans cannot know about the wolf community. It embraces hybrids into our packs, lest they run amuck and cause trouble.”

In the blown window, a brown she-wolf crouched half inside, breath hot and rotten, eyes intelligent and hateful. “Out of my house!” Jake bellowed. The wolf weighed him, then lifted a muscled forearm as he fired. Rounds sparked off hide and bone. Zak and Tara piled in. “Smart bitch,” Jake snapped, still working the trigger. “She’s not going down!” Zak barked, stitching a burst. “Body!” Jake yelled. They dragged fire off the skull. The she-wolf shrieked, rocked, then vaulted backward into the yard and vanished into the dark.

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”

I have only ever heard stories from my seniors of werewolf's being able to stand on two legs, I thought it was just a myth considering I've been a werewolf hunter for so long, killed hundreds of wolves and has never seen one this big. This must be what they call a hybrid wolf, a wolf much more ruthless than an alpha. During all that was happening I somehow notice that he or it was gorgeous. The kind of beauty that shouldn't belong to something so deadly. And yet, as he turned to look at me, there was no cruelty there. Only concern.

I repeated her words questioningly. “That’s right. After all, wolves mate very differently from humans. A human-wolf hybrid, a specie that is commonly referred to as werewolves, has mating and sexual desires that is also a hybrid between that of a human and a beast. It is truly intriguing and complex. Of course, just like the human sex drive, the sexual need, desire, and preference of each wolf is different,” the madame explained matter-of-factly. “What are honorable maidens supposed to do exactly?” I asked the question that had been plaguing my mind.

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

he shouted and laughed harder. Beta Collin glared at Gamma Ashton, “glad you’re finding this amusing fucker,” he looked at me, “they can’t be serious about this,” he shook his head, “I’m a werewolf, the pup would be a hybrid, certainly she would want a full blooded witch.” I shrugged, “I’m very serious and you are her choice for a sperm donor.” His eyes widened, “so she wants me to jack off into a cup for her, what the hell Alpha.”

She seems to like lying that way. From the angle she is laying I can see her mating mark. I remember seeing three wolves with crowns above their heads looking at the moon before I added my mark. Now beside a wolf I believe is Arya is a man with a pale face dressed in black. Me. I have a crown above my head as well. It is truly beautiful. If others outside our world were to see it, they would think it was a tattoo. They would never know the meaning behind it. I haven’t looked at mine yet though I am curious. I want to get a look at Ryan's and Luther’s.

- I asked curiously. - He bought a cabin in the forest above! - There is nothing in that place! Except for the river and ghost stories from our childhood - I smiled - why would anyone buy a cabin there? - Ian says he doesn't like people very much! He is coming to our wedding because Ian insisted so much! - Surely people don't like him either! With that ugly face of someone who ate a lemon, he certainly won't be very successful in the town of the most boring and unbearably happy people in the world.

My wolf was upset. While Carson and I had been kissing on the couch, Eckley had been trying to talk to her. She was saying, 'See this is what talking to the Luna did! Eckley can sense me now! He is trying to talk to me. He is whispering to me, 'Love mate. Protect mate.' Ugh! Gross!'