Novel & Cerita Feral Behavior

MAYA I sat in my small office in the underground prison, a history book open on my lap. The baby Feral, I'd named him Shadow, curled up against me, his strange blue-gray fur warm against my skin. Most of the Ferals had responded to my singing, regaining some of their sanity, but they still showed violent traits whenever someone other than me approached or when someone approached me. One very funny trait I've noticed about them is how they become overprotective towards me as soon as they are restored to normal. They growl whenever someone is close to me and go berserk if they think the person is trying to attack me.

“When a wolf is labeled a feral, it means that they are wild. No one can control them and they don’t follow societal norms. Omegas and gammas that go feral are generally allowed to simply exist as rogues and the council tracks their whereabouts. No pack is allowed to do anything to them unless they start causing trouble. If a delta, beta or alpha female gets labeled a feral they are similar to omega and gammas but local packs are warned if they are living near them. Delta, beta and alpha males are considered highly dangerous. Once a pack leader goes through the long and difficult process to label one of those males a feral anything goes. The council advocates for a merciful death but it seld

“Yeah, about that. How is that?” “Simple. Because feral wolves don’t feel the pull of commands like we normally do. They only listen to their alpha. But if an alpha goes feral, they don’t listen to anyone. Only a stronger alpha can pull them back... or when the stimuli are gone a wolf will revert back.”

I didn't recognize their fur patterns, and the way they moved made my skin crawl and chills slide down my nape to my spine. I came to a halt when I noticed their red eyes. Wild, merciless wolves… these are feral wolves. Bloodthirsty creatures who killed animals, including other wolves, even when they are not hungry. They were the closest a wolf could get to insanity. They couldn’t even shift. Although some of their human craftiness and reasoning ability remained in their permanent wolf form, their human mind was nowhere to be found. One can never reason with a feral wolf once your head is close to its mouth. Certain feral wolves appeared to be driven to kill anything, anyone they saw, almost

"Perhaps the beast is simply fixated on your scent. It could be that you smell so good that it wanted more from where that scent came from." But Emeriel could see her eyes held concerns. "You don't truly believe that, do you?" "I cannot say for certain, Emeriel," Madam Livia replied, but seeing the panic in Emeriel's widened eyes, she quickly added, "What I do know is that a feral beast does not differentiate between friend, foe, bondmate, or offspring. To them, everyone is either a threat, prey, or an enemy. A feral lacks the ability to recognize a Soulbond."

“Yes, but you...last nigh—” “Last night was nothing, I told you that it happened often. Rogues often wander into packs and cause problems, so we have to deal with them on sight. Nobody got hurt, Gabe’s fine too.” “That’s good, but still...why did they come here?” “On instincts, some of them are ferals; wolves that aren’t sane, they’re so far gone that even their brains are dead. They kill without reasoning and they lack a place of refuge. If you see one, you have to run as far as you can, okay?”

Alec mused. I stopped walking and turned around slowly. When he put it that way, it sounded ridiculous. “What does feral mean to you?” “We’re rejects or runaways from other packs,” Malcom explained. “What did you think feral meant?”

"This person in question, male or female would arouse and be an object of your feral Desires. My desires." "Male or female?" Calvin asked with a scoff. "It's female or nothing. So you better control that desire around anything male." "Go to bed, Calvin" The wolf groaned loudly.

She wasn't allowed back in her house. Penelope insisted that she should stay there. Dylan was so worried about her. Penelope suggested that it would keep his wolf calm if he'd see her safe in front of him. Kami had told her, the werewolf was possessive. Now she knew. Why was there appointed more security? He was tense that someone would attack her again. She couldn't meet Penelope and Nathaniel next morning. Their ancestors asked them to visit them, " The young beta and gamma are acting more responsible when their parents are absent. " She smirked.

His eyes glowed, molten gold with streaks of black threading through. A Lycan. The rarest, deadliest form of wolf. The air itself seemed to bow under his power. Wolves around us lowered their heads, some whimpering, their alpha’s true form unleashed. Even Adam, his Beta, stood stiff, pale, trying not to look directly at him. And me? I couldn’t breathe. Brock’s beast turned toward me, gaze burning. For a moment I thought he’d lost control, that I was next. But then — his massive form lowered, his claws retracting slightly as he stalked closer, every line of his body trembling with restraint.