Novel & Cerita Howl 4

As the pack began to line up, there was a loud howl in the distance. Bianca's heart started racing. Her wolf, Jenna, began howling in her head. Who was that? She was no longer focused on the warriors. She was looking for the source of that howl. Her blood ran cold when an enormous black wolf came from behind the warriors, growling. Was this wolf going to kill them?

“She saw something at the altar. It changed her.” “And you trust that?” “With everything I have.” As dusk fell, the fires were lit low and cold. We waited beneath the stars, surrounded by silence and the distant howl of enemies drawing closer. Then came the whisper on the wind low, guttural, and rising like a chant. The Hollow Howl was coming. And the Spiral stirred. 4: The First Strike The storm broke just before midnight. They came not with siege towers or fire, but with silence. Shapes slipped through the trees like wraiths fast, cloaked in shadow, claws and teeth gleaming. I gave the signal, and our forces met them with steel and fury.

Stone Hollow erupted into motion. Wolves poured from lodges and tree lines, some already shifting mid-stride, bones cracking and reforming with practiced ease. Orders were shouted and repeated, patrols fanning outward in disciplined arcs. Torches flared to life along the paths, their flames flickering uncertainly as if they, too, sensed something off-kilter in the air. Rowan appeared beside me without a sound, his expression grim but controlled. “That howl wasn’t meant for us,” he said. “It was meant to be heard.”

Whenever there's a fight between different packs that involve their Alphas, such a howl is made when one of them succeeds and wins the fight. I'm sure the wolves outside would be confused, Red Moon Pack members would definitely know within them that the howl didn't come from their Alpha. As for the Avengers? They'd also know the howl isn't from their Alpha. But then the rule stands, such howl means one of them won. I strode behind the stairs and snapped back into my human form.

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He whistles, a sharp, bird-like sound. The shadows move. The Redmaw wolves melt back into the darkness of the Wild Lands, taking the map and the promise of massacre with them. I wipe my hand on my cloak, wishing for soap and warm water. “My Lord,” Hollis whispers. His voice is filled with horror. “You gave them permission to take our people as slaves.” I turn to him.

The Howl Beneath the Moon The first howl came just after dusk. Long, mournful, and too deep to belong to anything living in this world anymore. The entire valley went still. The wind died. The crackle of fire turned brittle and quiet. Then, a second howl joined the first — higher, layered, distorted — and the sound rolled across the mountains like thunder made of teeth. I froze. My heart hammered, instinct screaming that something was wrong, something old.

The shadows of my painful past darkened my world, threatening to destroy the moment of peace. I couldn’t stay still and asked further, my hands shaking so badly that the words almost didn’t form. “Who has attacked us, Stacy?” She looked at me, her lips pressing together. “I don’t know for sure. But I think it’s a powerful pack. Everyone is scared.” The floor trembled again as the growl tore through the air, louder this time, making my heart stumble over its rhythm. A name hit me hard out of nowhere. The Ember Howl Pack!

Marcus's head guard, an old wolf who had served him for years, finally couldn't hold back and spoke again, his voice filled with worry and deep disapproval: "Alpha, have you really thought this through? Holding a Mating Ceremony for a she-wolf poisoned with silver and dying? This... this goes against protocol, against your status and position! How will you explain this to your mate?"