Howling Ii: Your Sister Is A Werewolf Novels & Stories

I’m not his mate – my half-sister is. “What’s her name?” I ask, suddenly wondering if the orphaned pet stealing Owen’s attention is related to me. “Natasha,” Mother answers, and my shoulders drop in relief. Besides, if we share the same father, my half-sister is a werewolf – unlike Maya. “If the pheromones aren’t enough to seal the marking,” Mother adds, “maybe it’s time for us to pay that witch another visit.”

The spell built slowly, drawing power from my grief and rage as it reached back through time to capture the echoes of recent events. The vision that formed in the air above the clearing was crystal clear, like watching a high-definition movie projected onto smoke and shadow. I saw my sister running through the forest, bleeding from what looked like a missing arm, her face twisted with pain and terror. I watched three figures pursuing her: two older werewolves who moved with the casual confidence of experienced predators, and a younger man whose scent marked him as an Alpha. When they caught up to Sophia, when they poured gasoline over her body and set her on fire, I saw their faces clearly e

Sitting beside me, my sister asked, worried, “Are you fine, brother? You scared me. Are you feeling okay? Our pack members told us that you fell off the cliff. They found your car in shambles. How can you drive so harshly?” Her questions weren't meeting an end, and I cupped her face and stroked her cheeks as I said, “I am fine.” Though I wasn't fine. I felt something was missing from me, and it was my wolf, Hector. A werewolf is incomplete without his wolf. I was very weak and my senses were reduced to the level of the humans. I assured her, “I am all fine. Don't worry.” My sister complained, looking at my wounds, “Is this what you call to be absolutely fine, huh?”

“Fuck. Look, I know you're pissed, but could you tone down with the growling and all? It's making it hard to concentrate when-” “If I find out that your bitch of a sister is responsible for this, I will end her,” I suddenly said, interrupting him. He looked shocked at first, then his eyes narrowed. “Do not call her a-” The loud howl of a wolf interrupted his statement just then, and I felt my wolf stir within me. Before we could move, the howls came in quick succession. Soon there was a cacophony, causing the men around me to cry out in anguish.

I snarl at her. "I am sorry. I couldn't let them see me," she says. "We could have died!" "And we didn't. I kept you floating, didn't I? Long enough for that she-wolf to find us." "That she-wolf is the sister of Damon Blackwater. We are in the backwater pack, do you understand that?" "Hmm." "What is wrong with you?" "Let's go for a run." "No!" "Please. Think of it this way, the sooner we heal, the sooner we can leave."

My father and brothers are all around 6 feet 2 inches tall, with strong builds and high capacity of work. As our eyes lock, we simultaneously raise our noses, scenting the area. The robust, earthy aroma that reaches me is definitely not a cologne; it must come from a werewolf. My pulse quickens, and I struggle to contain my smile as my wolf jumps excitedly within me. He pushes himself away from his car, catching my scent more clearly now. His lips twitch into a cocky, somewhat arrogant smirk as he approaches me slowly on his treetrunk-sized thighs. He takes off his cap before we reach each other, nervously scratching his buzzcut hair.

he said through gritted teeth. “Oh, come on, that's no way to treat your only brother,” Derrick said, the sarcasm dripping from him. Lucas said nothing. A part of him felt like reaching a hand out of the window and smashing Derrick's head against the car, but he restrained himself. They were in public, and if they started fighting right now, people would know in no time that they were werewolves. He could just imagine Derrick stupidly transforming into his wolf form out of anger and revealing their age-old secret.

I hear a woman's voice yell, making my eyes wide. "Liv!" I say, as my eyes see her standing ever so lovely yards away from me. A girl's body lays by her side, gripping her stomach and crying. Seeing my sister here fills me fill with adrenaline I didn't think possible. "Let me out, Dante. I got this!" I tell my wolf who obliges. I shift quickly and grab the wolf by his throat, giving him no chance to escape and begin to squeeze.

" ''Well,'' the girl speaks up. They are all waiting for me to explain myself but what do I even say. Why am I even here? I don't give a shit about him. si why did I just walk into Wolf zone to ask about one? ''Beau...is he okay?'' Their eyes open wide from the shock of my question. I close mine from the shock—embarrassed even. ''Huh,'' Justin asks obviously as confused as everyone on the table. Elu walks into the cafeteria and furrows her brows in confusion. Elu is my sister and Eligio's Link. He is always with her but she is alone today. Her jet-black hair sways as she moves but it stops alongside her as she notices me. Fuck. I read her mind immediately. What are you doing? I shrug because

Dad seethed immediately as my brows gathered in confusion. "I have found out through the ring that your mate is a werewolf and also a pack hunter, but not just that, she is a member of the pack that murdered your sister! BLUE MOON PACK! " My mum bawled, and my jaw dropped as I gaped at her in great shock.