Emerald Hutton Werewolf Novel Novels & Stories

FIVE The Moonstone Pack Estate was a large, sprawling thing at the edge of the city. It had over a hundred rooms so we could have important members of the werewolf community stay there in times of war. Every Alpha was in charge of a different part of the country, and my father was…. had been in charge of New York.

No doubt he, like most of the rich werewolves in Havermouth, had a bunker secreted away on the property where they could shelter during the battle. “We can do that,” Lauren said. “If my grandmother can come too.” Phillip hesitated, but his gaze rested on Jessica. “You have the most… remarkable eyes,” he commented quietly. “Like amber aren’t they?” Lauren offered eagerly, her hand on her daughter’s shoulder and her eyes on Phillip. “You have eyes like mine,” Jessica added with a child’s naivety. “I do. As does my son, Rhett,” Phillip said slowly. “Very well. I will give you my address,” he said to Lauren.

I even felt my hands shaking as I thought about her. “Where is she?” I asked Levi, and he immediately brought me to where Emerald is. As we reached the field, I was suddenly surprised by what I saw. There were commotions in the field and numerous wolves were watching something. When they noticed my arrival, they suddenly gave way. My eyes widened from what I saw. Emerald was fighting a wolf, and she's holding a gun, while pointing it towards her opponent. She was already close to killing the wolf when I rushed in her direction and grabbed her away. The poor wolf that she was about to kill immediately ran away and now, Emerald is facing me.

Once he nodded, we set off. The undergrowth was thick outside the pack house. The area had not been kept, it was a mess. It was a good thing we weren’t human or we would have been absolutely covered in stings and bites, insects and nettles absolutely everywhere. Sure, we felt it, but it healed almost immediately. Or most things did, anyway. Wolfsbane. “Wolfsbane!” I shouted down the pack link. “Nathaniel, your father is growing wolfsbane! Why the bloody hell is a werewolf growing wolfsbane?” I could feel Nathaniel’s shock through the pack and mate links.

"I'm not risking my life. You shouldn't either. It's not like you're his mate or he made you his luna." "I may not be his luna or mate, but I do care about my alpha." She sprang out of the car without waiting for Becca's reply, shifting into a golden beta wolf. She targeted a rogue who had hollow red eyes and raced in his direction, ramming into his gut and knocking him down to the ground. Another rogue leaped into the air from behind her and slammed her to the ground right next to the first rogue.

I did not want to attack him, but he attacked me first, so I needed to defend myself and defend Rayne before defending myself. "I don't want to hurt you!" I shouted as I held him back from attacking Rayne, "Rayne! Run!" I looked at her for a moment as I yelled. I wanted her to be safe. I was able to recognize that type of werewolf, I knew his pack! His long grey and white fur gave me enough information about him. He was a Hutton, a banished Hutton. Huttons were naturally cruel and that meant that a banished one would be barbarous.

"Aren't those blue eyes getting brighter, Hillary? Your kills are increasing and so is your strength. Soon enough, you'd have killed a lot of people like your murderous father, Anthony Hunter. A strong werewolf like yourself would have been very valuable in this uprising of mine...but I can't force you and it seems like you've made your decision already. By the way, a hunter in my group would only generate chaos and trouble, as they always do." "But you're a hunter too." She laughed. "Not anymore. I'm Hanna Packwood, from the Packwood family...and I'm the head of my family. You could be one of us, you could become a Packwood and forsake that awful family line and that blood stained name, for

“These wolves...this little pack of…well, what do we call them? The red-eyed wolves?” I feel Edric shrug. “They’re called demons in every book I’ve ever read.” I don’t like that. I can’t think of my baby as a demon. “I won’t call Deimos a demon.” “He’s not. What about them?” “Back at Mountain Fire, they made it seem like these wolves are psychopaths, and stronger than other wolves.” “Stronger than regular wolves, not stronger than Lycans. I don’t know if they’re really psychopaths, but they do have bizarre…impulses.”

Taking a deep breath, Emily met the silver wolf’s gaze and bravely said, “Go ahead. I rather you kill me than to go back to Lord Rotterford’s.” With a growl the silver wolf moved and knocked her to the ground. Her bookbag did not help cushion her fall at all since the ground was uneven. It just happened to lodge in a big tree root.Emily felt the knot from Lord Rotterford’s strike hit the ground. The next thing Emily knew, she was looking up at the silver wolf as he stood over her. The last thing she remembered was his face coming toward hers. Probably to rip her throat out she thought, and then everything went dark.

Clara said slowly. "What... What are you talking about.... Ahhhhhhhh!" Joseph shouts dropping his can of beer as he looks at Clara's direction. Jason had lifted his head from the Black sheets to look at the house (Hey My Knightley!) "WOOOF!". "Jason I said not to reveal yourself until I told him everything!" Clara yelled at the wolf. "Jason? As in Elizabeth Snow's kid?! He's that werewolf?!" Joseph stood up searching around the house as if looking for a weapon.