Jeffrey John Wolf Prediction Novels & Stories

Jacob said, still extending his phone. "It's Wolf." Finally, Jacob mentioned the name, as Zoe didn't react. "Oh?" Zoe had no idea how to react other than surprise; she didn't expect Wolf to use Jacob to contact her. "No need for explanation; I'm not supposed to ask," Jacob said, reaching for Zoe's hand and forcing her to accept the phone. Zoe raised it to her ear. "Don't tell me you're curling up in despair after hearing your opponent's performance!" Wolf reprimanded her immediately, and Zoe felt like Wolf might have spies in the waiting room because his accusation was too accurate.

He's not saying what I think he's saying, is he? — The rumor that reached me in Darebor was that Kion Belven owned a human slave with snow-colored hair capable of predicting the future. I breathe hard and the air catches in my throat. I feel my hands shaking. When I speak my voice sounds uncertain, wobbly. - You're lying. - No. — You're lying to keep me here. The wolf stays silent and watches me as I'm about to vomit right in front of him. That hard, irreducible expression doesn't hesitate. He's not lying.

My shout echoed in the barren space. Rain held a finger to her lips and shushed me. “Don’t wake the others.” I hadn’t realized until then that there were several other nests like the one I had sprung out of. Each nest had two or three sets of breaths coming from them. “You also don’t want to attract the attention of anyone upstairs. Trust me. Apparently, there is some big prophecy that revolves around one of us, or so I gleaned from passing conversations that I listened in on. They say that the Silverwolf is the alpha of all alphas and that if they can mate her and control her, then there would be no one to stop them." She glanced up at the sliver of light from the door, fear sliding across

David despised favoritism, but I was sure that for his son he could arrange anything. However, I was present in the duels among Alphas for their last evaluation. John was climbing the ranks, winning opponents effortlessly, but what confused me the most was his wolf. He wasn’t black like David’s or like most Alphas had, with the exception of those who came of Beta ranks that had another color. John’s wolf had all the colors combined. Black, brown, gray, and white. And he was as huge as Zeus, but so different from him. Still with a low aura. Disappointing.

“No. Silver, no. I mean… OK, yeah, at first there were questions. Like, almost two years ago, when Wolf walked away from Kirk Jensen’s dirty deals and mercenary contracts, and took you boys legit, the word on the street was that Wolf had lost her nerve, his hunger for the life. Truthfully, I was told on the QT that Wolf’s decision made a few of the other one-percenter Presidents consider doing the same thing, but none of them had the smarts or the guts to make a club profitable by going strictly legal. The general feeling was that Wolf made a good call, and that he’s one of the few that can make a go of it.”

John greeted me, but Jake ignored him and turned to me. “Trying to bring out your wolf huh?” He asked, and John nodded. “I have tried everything in the book to kickstart wolf abilities, but to no avail." John chipped in, and Jake shrugged. He pushed past me and grabbed the heavy weight bar and lifted it with ease. He shook his head and added four more weight bars and lifted it, still with ease. He dropped it and stared at us. “Another way is by joining her with her soulmate; that will four hundred percent bring out her wolf,” he said, smiling. He turned and started to walk away.

“I intend to keep her for a long time. If she’s to stay with me, she needs to know how to defend herself.” “How can you trust her not to use that against you?” Lucas shot at me. “She won’t. I can trust her.” I stared pointedly at her. “Can’t I, Sofia?” It was more a statement than a question. She gave it a moment’s thought and though I knew neither my brother nor sister were convinced she was telling the truth, I fully believed her when she said, “You can.” I will never forget that conversation at Derek’s dining table on my first “morning” at the Blood Shade. For one, it was the first conversation I sat through where the people surrounding me talked about me and my future as if I wasn’t pres

I laughed as he jumped at me again, and I grabbed him by his leg and tossed him to the ground. "I remember this one time, the two of you decided that you wanted to beat on this one pack wolf. See, he was weak at the time because his wolf had tucked themselves away. What you didn't expect after you tossed him from that cliff and down into the gorge, was for him to come back to life." I moved toward the wolf, aware of another coming up behind me. While the murderer before me was climbing to his feet, I quickly spun around and snapped the neck of the other wolf who had just joined us.

I did, I breathed— "Now explain what's going on." "When I was driving, I saw a huge wolf on the road." He didn't seem surprised. "I know there are wolves, but you're safe here; they won't harm you." I didn’t understand why he spoke with such confidence. He knew there were enormous wolves around here, close to this place, and he acted like it was nothing. I didn’t understand. I looked around, toward the forest, feeling insecure. I felt like I was being watched, as if something or someone was there, watching us.

I couldn’t let her die. WHY SHE WANTED YOU DEAD. A deep, angry male voice sounded in my head. I stood in disbelief. The wolf was looking at me. Cold fury in his eyes. I knew he wasn’t mad at me but, I froze on the spot. We stared down each other. No one is budging. I think he was waiting for my answer. I AM Holy crap, this was crazy. “Because she wasn’t acting alone. There is something bigger going on.” I tell the wolf. I think I lost it. This couldn’t be real.