Novel & Cerita Her Little Wolves

I wondered if I had any markings on my face. Then I remembered there was a lake nearby! I could go there and see my reflection. My father watched me for a moment and I saw him give me a slight nod. That was all I needed. I began to run from the circle, running out of the pack's encampment. As I ran, I marveled at all the new sensations I could feel in this form. The earth beneath my paws felt amazing, the wind in my fur was incredible. So lost in all the sensations, I didn't realize that I had been followed by another wolf. I looked over, instantly realizing the wolf was Greyson. His wolf was almost as large as my father's, however while my father was black, Greyson was a dark grey and his e

"Fine. If you have to show me this place, let me walk on my own at least. This feels more degrading than it should be." I did exactly that. The small girl brushed out her clothes. Tried to straighten up her hair a bit. She had no shoes on but didn't ask for any either. As wolves, we were most in tune with nature when there were no barriers between us and the world. No hindrance between us and our primal sides.

She inherited her mother's wisdom and compassion, and she was determined to continue the work of fostering peaceful coexistence between wolves and humans. Luna III was known for her diplomatic skills and her ability to communicate effectively with humans. She engaged in dialogues with researchers and local communities, advocating for sustainable practices and mutual respect. She also mentored younger wolves, passing on the teachings of her predecessors and instilling in them a deep love for the forest and its inhabitants.

“Thank you for the delicious food. You’re doing an amazing job.” She walked away, leaving them speechless. She knew they hated her compliments, but she couldn’t help it. She enjoyed messing with them a little bit. She was on her way to her room to eat and clean when she was approached by a young wolf. She seemed to have trouble merging with her wolf. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, and looked about 14 years old. Her name was Lila, and she was one of the shyest wolves in the pack. She reminded her so much of her young daughter. Natalia's heart clenched at the thought.

Jake asked. "You said the she wolf is from another pack?" She asked. "Yes. Her name is Lillian. She's the daughter of the Alpha. Her pack's name is Red Moon." Jake explained. "Are there many packs?" She asked. "Several spread all over the world." He replied. "How do you all stay a secret?" She asked. "In general people don't want to believe. And we try to fit in as much as possible. If we don't tell and keep our wolf hid, you'd never know. Except for the healing." He explained.

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

She whimpered, quickly rising herself into a sitting position, then scurried back at the farthest end of the bed, breathing fast and hard, her entire body trembling as she cowered in pure fear, protectively wrapping her arms around herself. My wolf let out a small whine at the back of my mind, hurt that our chosen soulmate would fear him so greatly. “Hey, it’s okay, I won’t hurt you...I promise...” I softly whispered, noticing deep dread swirl inside those doe eyes as she warily watched every small movement I made.

He was about to jump to eat me when I close my eyes and wait for my death sentence. A second ago when I don’t feel anything and I slowly open my eyes. I was just surprised that there was another wolf but he looked different than him. He fights with his fellow wolf. He has white fur all over his body, a little bigger than a black wolf, he has blue eyes but he also has sharp nails and fangs. The black wolf hit the white wolf with his talons that’s why the white wolf moves backward.

Cully retorted. “Great, in this pack? She would have to be in this pack. They are so dumb they don’t even realize they should be giving their loyalty to me. Instead, they are worried about some little girl named Luna.” Lorn grumbled back. He kept walking toward the big group of pack members, but they all still surrounded the little one as if she was the most precious thing they ever owned. All of them were doing this, even the higher-ranking wolves. Who is this little girl?

Plan B was currently searching through the areas the pack thought were protected. Somewhere between here and there, two wolves moving like a blur of fur raced down the mountain—one pitch black and one pure white, like yin and yang. They would leap to outpace each other, but they only looked like fish playing and jumping out the water, their scales glinting under the moonlight. They smile, they smirk. They tease, they laugh.