Feral Behavior Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jared and Jade had left to be with their mates and though I was eager to get home to mine, my dad wanted me to stay because he had some news. “In a couple weeks, I have to attend an Alpha meeting with our neighboring pack. Apparently they keep having feral rogue attacks and are asking for assistance.“ Dad started swirling his whiskey in his glass. “Feral rogue attacks? Did they say how long these attacks have been happening?” Feral rogues are dangerous. They are wolves who lost all of their humanity and only attack for blood and sport.

None of Robah’s clan had done anything to deserve this. The Wetland ferals had closed the distance to an arrow’s flight, but they would use no arrows on their quarry. Feral preferred close-quarter combat. They preferred to tear the limbs of their prey rather than pierce them dead from a distance. Close combat satisfied their bloodlust better. They were monsters—fast monsters. They did not need animals for transportation because they ran faster without them. Robah counted ten of them. Talk about overkill, he thought. One alone could kill them all.

And why they call her Moon's daughter? “The survivors say the ferals were coordinated,” Kade said under his breath. "Moving in formation. Following commands." I turned to him. "Ferals do not follow commands." "I know," Kade said. “But that’s what everybody saw. And there is more. They claim the ferals were following something else.: "What do you mean?" Kade's expression darkened. “Something that looked almost human, but it was moving wrong. To one survivor, it seemed to walk as if its joints bent the wrong way.”

“I am serious. You have nothing to worry about. Those were just some feral werewolves passing by. I just had to make sure they don’t sniff around. I don’t want to take any risk with you here.” “What are feral werewolves?” Elizabeth asked. “Just wolves without a pack. They’ve been kicked out of their packs for one reason or the other, and they now wander around trying to find food or shelter or just for the sole purpose of wandering... they are usually dangerous, but they know they are no match for a dragon, so they tucked their tails and went their way.”

They were more emotionally stable and if they will, they could keep up with both Prime Alpha and Beta Sentinel. But along with these new categories came another two, Feral and Aberrant. The first one pertains to people of any secondary gender who lost touch with reality and could be triggered by a lot of stressful situations. The latter was a category for those who had genetic disabilities. Common cases were because of the difference in the genes of the parents.

FERAL SINS. EPISODE NINE. Annah was surrounded by those thugs and she couldn't do anything to save herself.. Her lips were trembling as she tried not to cry.. She shivered slightly when the one in front of her tried to touch her hair.. She closed her eyes in fear and waited for whatever that was gonna happen but nothing happened.. She covered her ears when she heard angry growls and screams from the hoodlums who were trying to violate her. Their whimpers were so loud her legs had gone numb in fear.

"I want to understand this world completely. All of it." He was quiet for a moment, his hand stroking my hair. "Where do you want me to start?" "Start with you. What exactly makes someone feral-blood?" His muscles tensed again, but differently this time. Less anger and more vulnerability. "Feral-bloods are created by trauma. Usually childhood trauma that breaks something fundamental inside us." "What kind of trauma?" "Abandonment. Extreme violence....like watching your family die kind of shit." His voice was carefully controlled. "The trauma has to be severe enough to shatter the normal pack bonds. Make you incapable of trusting traditional hierarchies."

I heard something else that made my heart quiver, aunt Amelia accused Lucien of killing his mate and going feral. Oh shit, it couldn't be, alpha Lucien couldn't be feral. A feral wolf is a rare abominable situation whereby a wolf loses all its human instincts and only craves blood and embraces its natural animal instincts, to kill. When a werewolf goes feral it's when they let their animal have total control, in both forms. Feral wolves were dangerous and were killed for their own sake and for the sake of others, so was it true that alpha was feral?

The guard sneered and hung back in the hall as I strolled cluelessly around. The Blackwolf territory is extremely cold compared to the Whitewolf territory; it was known for its cold climate and plethora of evergreen forests. Although everyone was banned from speaking of the Blackwolf packs, most of the elders of my pack often joked about sending extremely stubborn children to the Blackwolf territory and telling them they were going to freeze to death and the ghosts of the Blackwolf pack were going to haunt them. It worked because most of them changed for the better.

But I held on and kicked the feral away with my hind legs. "You stole from sacred ground!" the feral howled. "We will tear you apart!" I could not respond with my mouth full of herbs so I just ran faster. Pain radiated from a dozen wounds but I pushed through it. Skylar needed me. My sister's daughter needed me and I would not fail her. The ferals pursued relentlessly. They were territorial and vengeful and would not forgive the intrusion easily. But they also would not cross pack borders without good reason. Moonfall territory appeared ahead. The scent markers were clear and unmistakable. I pushed for one final burst of speed and crossed the boundary with the ferals snapping at my heels.