Novel & Cerita Jason Momoa Werewolf

Tricia: Saul pulls me into his grip as everyone stares at me. He doesn't like everyone's eyes on me. I thought I'd hate the possessiveness of a werewolf, but I find it oddly comforting. "Why don't we all get settled in and relax?" Jason suggests, resting his hand on my Mom's shoulder. Should I find this odd? I thought to myself. "Right," my Mom says, gently removing his hand. "I'll grab some drinks. It seems as though we all may need one," Jason adds, quickly moving from the entryway to the kitchen.

Kyle asked with a deadpan expression. "Force? Kyle you know you were born for this and you can't escape it. The Lycans and Werewolf's need a good ruler that will defeat Grey Jang. After the Grey is gone, you can go back to your CEO life." Drew retorted and Kyle glared at him and Drew made the gesture of zipping his mouth and throwing the key away. Grey Jang is a vampire who seeks revenge on Lycans and Werewolf's. Grey claimed that the Werewolf's killed his wife and now seeks revenge. He had a lot of minions which he occasionally sent to the Werewolf territory but the Vampires were defeated by the Werewolfs usually because of numbers advantage.

“You are one hell of unbelievable greatness!” For the next few minutes, Jason was still chanting ‘son of a bitch’ to me and I just pretended that I was deaf. But I can no longer hold it so I grab his face and squeeze it. “A bitch is a female dog and werewolves are technically dogs so you, Alpha Jason Claire Moonstorm of the Amber Pack, is also a son of a bitch.” And the path to Selena’s Wall was filled with my brother’s boisterous laugh and my own soft giggles.

"Oooowwwwwwoooh!" The howls continued, Jason couldn't resist the urge to cry his heart out to the moon. (Hah hah! I need to keep moving) Jason said in his mind since he no longer had the ability to speak English. He continues to run through the forest noticing how fast he has become now that he was a wolf. 'splash!' he falls into a small puddle and sees his reflection for the first time through the moonlight. He was a gray wolf, a little bit bigger than a normal wolf, he had blonde tuffs of fur around his neck and his eyes were blue (how am I going to explain this to mom?!) He wonders to himself however.

I stared at nothing in particular my mind filled with thoughts of what Jason just said “He is human, is he not? I asked “Daman is not human he is a wolf, and a powerful Alpha at that” “Wolf??? Are wolves even real?” I asked puzzled Jason dropped the knife and stared at me with a smile. “Are you being serious, wolves are real” “For instance some of the students at school are wolves, some are humans, and a few are vampires.” Jason explained. I stared at Jason. He stared up at me and said.

“It was black as night on his white fur. You couldn’t miss it.” “I don’t think he was one of the chosen we were working with, though. I didn’t recognize his wolf,” Jason says. “It makes me wonder how many of you are out there, though.” “And your Luna doesn’t know why they’ve been chosen?” Mom asks. “Absolutely no idea,” Jason says. “I remember when I first saw Nick shift. I couldn’t stop gawking,” Jess says. “Is your wolf as big as his, Athena?” “She’s bigger,” Jason laughs. “Carol also asked me to tell you she wishes you a speedy recovery.”

She asked straight to the point in the most unpleasant tone. "I need a place to share my feeling, is my most beautiful sister willing to be a place for me to pour out my heart and feelings of worry?" Asked Jason trying to be nice. He knew Manny is like a very hungry tiger, for now, Manny could grab anyone who made her angry or upset and eat them alive. If only Jason doesn't know the mate of his sister who is a beta of a werewolf ... he would have thought that his sister's mate were a half-lion human.

The way his face pales makes me chuckle. “Now you see why we will never give her up.” He stands there, either letting everything sink in or trying to find a way to escape. He is vastly outnumbered and will never make it out if he doesn’t have friends waiting for him. I know he does, but they haven’t passed the checkpoint. I watch as he shifts back and lunges for me. I don’t need to be in wolf form to take him. He is big for a soon-to-be Alpha, but not as big as me. I get into a fighting stance and get ready for the impact. He flies through the air, and I can see he is aiming for my throat, but there is no way I’m letting him get his jaw around my neck. As he is about to come straight at me,

“How is it possible that your mom is a werewolf and you’re not?” “I don’t know. Werewolf genetics? It’s a long story, Andrew.” As if on cue, a big copper wolf emerges from the shadows while biting a weakened gray wolf on the neck. My hands shake when I recognize the gray wolf. “M-Mom!” No, no! Mario got my Mom! Fuck, I shouldn’t have left her there! The copper wolf releases its grip and shifts mid motion. Mario rises from the ground in human form, blood streaking his chest as he grabs my mom by the throat and yanks her upright in front of him like a shield. His fingers dig into her neck while her feet barely touch the asphalt.

"If they are so evil, why haven't you already dealt with them?" "Because Mojerio is my cousin, he saved my mom from Valir eleven years ago. We owe him a debt of gratitude that can never be repaid," he explicated. "Mojerio is like Israel, but they are very much different creatures. Israel can read anyone's history, but there are some exceptions, like a silver werewolf and rare creatures. While Mojerio can sense anyone's strength and ability." Feeling shocked, I stayed rigid as I endeavored to absorb this newfound information.