Novel & Cerita Golden Retriever Wolf Mix

He said to the wolf that approached him. The wolf had a very vibrant glow about him. He was gold in color. “I believe they call that wheat.” He heard a female’s voice say. He didn’t bother turning around, instead he sat down and started petting the wolf. “He is your wolf Keyne.” Rhiannon told him. “Why did you bring me here?” He asked ignoring everything she said.

He asked seriously. "No, a breed way stronger than an alpha." I answered. "And that is..?" He asked. "A golden wolf." I answered calmly. "What the fuck is a golden wolf." He asked loudly as I sighed. Was I suppose to go through everything those old grandpa's had said?. It was impossible. "A golden wolf is a wolf with an ability to control minds. To be specific, all minds. Supernatural beings, human or fantasy creature/shifter." I answered. "Are you messing with me?"

He practically growled the word as he took a step closer. "Oh. Sorry, I mean, he doesn't look like everyone else around here." From the way his jaw ticked, I guess he wasn't too pleased with my answer or my question in the first place. Should I tell him that no matter how exotic his friend, maybe he doesn't hold a candle to him? No, that might be giving away too much. "Wolf is a whole mix of things. He's part Chinese and Caucasian, a quarter black, and a quarter Native. He gets his hair and eyes from his Chinese mother and his golden-brown skin tone from his mulatto father."

Golden was ready to continue with the hunting when the little wolf approached the Fire Wolf's corpse and started eating it. Golden was flabbergasted. Although the little wolf was an addict to eating fresh meat, eating that Fire Wolf seemed excessive even for Golden, who killed it mercilessly. As Golden was pondering the reasons for the little wolf behavior, the system replied to him. [That little wolf has inherited mostly only the bloodline of the Frost Wolf, and the Fire Wolf's part was incomplete. By consuming the Fire Wolf, there is a chance to complete it.]

It doesn’t fit the idea I had of him, and he has never mentioned this at all. “He is, yeah. Brandon likes to keep him out of the way. He’s a wolf mix with an Inuit in there somewhere. Rare and not quite your usual domestic pet. He rescued him from a kill shelter who had worried his mix would make him a vicious animal and unsuitable for re-homing.”

It was so strong it sent me flying back against the tree and I slid down onto my ass. I sat on the ground dazed until something cold and wet touched my face, nudging me. When my vision cleared, a beautiful dark gray wolf came into view. His golden eyes looked at me with concern, but I was too mesmerized with how beautiful he was. He was much darker than other Delta 1s. His darkest gray is charcoal, with hardly any white. There's a little below his chin slightly spreading onto his muzzle, and a little on his chest. Gray is mixed in with it so much that it barely looks white. His golden eyes stand out against his dark color, making them look like they are glowing.

He heard his wolf said in his head. The lake was free and silent unlike some other days. He decided to calm down first before summoning his wolf. His bones cracked, his eyes changed from black to brown and in no time, the fur covered up his wolf form revealing a silver wolf. It was a miracle that his wolf was silver when no one has seen anything like that in the pack. And also it was a timber wolves, timber wolves were meant to be a mix of gray and brown with canine and long bushy tails that are often black in color.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

We were close to the picnic area when my wolf became very thirsty and we were beside the river. Just a quick drink. she told me. We pranced over and Melissa followed and my wolf bent her head over to drink and I saw her. I saw my wolf. She was amazing. The coat was white blended with a gold, my eyes matched white with golden flicks through them done to my pink snout. I have always been this beautiful. Our kind was blessed with the white ad golden coats and our eyes. . . you will understand soon enough. What do you mean? I asked her.

I was ready to flick her forehead again when she dodged and teased, “Midnight blue fur and silver eyes? He’s very unique, isn't he?” “Yes, he is,” I agreed, ignoring her teasing tone. Most Alpha wolves (which I suspected he was since he was huge) were pure black or had spots and golden eyes, except for Rhett, whose eyes were a combination of gold and silver. “And I think he’s an Alpha because his wolf is huge, like bigger than any other Alpha wolves,” I added. “Then it should be easy to find him, shouldn't it if he’s that unique?” Live asked as if it was an obvious fact.