Howling Ii: Your Sister Is A Werewolf Novels & Stories

Wolves howled, energy flared, and I could feel every heartbeat of my pack synchronized with mine. But just as I thought we might gain the upper hand… my sister’s expression shifted. A cruel, knowing smirk. She raised her hand, and the ground beneath our feet shattered, swallowing part of the pack into darkness. “No!” I screamed, horror ripping through me. Wolves howled, energy flaring wildly, and I felt my stomach drop. Some of my closest allies my family vanishing into shadows I couldn’t reach. Nathan grabbed my arm, pulling me back. “Lila… we have to retreat! We can’t”

Reed couldn't be mistaken. Near their SUV stood a large crowd of malnourished she-wolves and exhausted women dressed in rags. But what shocked him most was that, in front of everyone, stood the Luna and a large brown wolf. Even though he hadn't seen her for years, he recognized Katriona—the wolf of his dead sister.

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

Her werewolf determination was evident in her voice, a threat that couldn't be ignored. Nathan stood frozen, his mouth half - open. "Bella, it’s just donating blood." "I don’t want to." Isabella yelled back, her voice filled with defiance, her werewolf growl underlying her words. "It’s your sister," he said, gritting his teeth.

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.

Evan whispered, reached up, and grabbed my chin, looking like he wanted to kiss me, but I jerked my head out of his grasp and took several steps back. “You're lying,” I snarled, heart pounding hard, skin growing hot as my wolf demanded to be let out so she could claw his face off. “He ever fucked you like that, Willow?” My sister smirked, climbed off the bed, her naked sweaty body in full view, and she didn't even bother to put on her clothes. “Whore,” my wolf cried. I agree with you, I muttered to my wolf. “Dakota,” Evan snarled. “Now isn't the time for that.”

Hazel whispered " take her to her room." Helen instructed ******** Howling broke through the night, and Scar shot up from her bed at the familiar sound. Her heart sang with just those long, simple sounds, the voice of her kindred. Her brother, Alan, called to her from the darkness, and Scar surged to her feet, propelled by her witch's eager response to another wolf from her pack being in close proximity.

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."