Novel & Cerita Jenna Summers Werewolf Book

If he succeeded, he would be unstoppable… … but he didn’t, because in her reality in Fairbanks, Vak Smallchief is still known as the first werewolf in history and the only werewolf ancestor who receives 7 salutation howls on the nights of the Full Moon Feasts. Where did that leave Nikjin? “You are a beautiful sight to behold in wasteland such as this,” he said, appearing in front of her like an apparition.

He had to make sure everything was okay before she came. He was laying her bed again. Between the window and the bed, a book that seemed like it had been thrown in rested there. The cover page seemed like it just got out of a new nylon, as it stuck to the wall. Jaden read out the title and then, he decided he never wanted to know the content of the book neither would he let Jess know. He would put it in the furnace but for the last time, he looked at the bold prints on the cover page, “YOU ARE A WEREWOLF.”

Nueva couldn't understand the language; it looked complicated and old, but the hand-drawn pictures drew her in. The pictures were of werewolves. The first couple of pages had drawings of two large wolf's, one black and one red. She could make out the names Saul and Thiago's amongst the foreign written words. After a few pages, the black wolf lay bloodied on the ground next to a smaller grey wolf. A small pup was sitting next to the lifeless bodies— Painted in the background was a red wolf in blurry faint lines. It was almost like the red wolf was disappearing into a dense fog. Even if she didn't understand the words, the pictures told the sad story, and Nueva sniffled as she looked at the sm

There are too many for the cab, so I place them in the bed of the pickup just as a rogue wolf who made it through the warriors, launches himself at the people in back. Jenna, without a second’s hesitation, steps up between the littles and the wolf. He takes a swipe at her, cutting into her bicep. Jenna screams as she punches the wolf in the snout with her free hand, then she collapses backward into the truck bed. “Everyone hold on.” I yell behind me, as I get into the driver’s seat.

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The night after Ryker had cornered Jenna, she couldn’t stop replaying the feel of his finger brushing her lips. Her wolf had betrayed her, shivering and thrashing under the unwanted touch, even as she had tried to shove him away. By the time she stumbled back to her house, Mina and Celeste were waiting, their eyes wide, their questions so many. Jenna dodged them, brushing off the gossip, but sleep refused to come. Her wolf prowled inside her, restless and torn, clawing at her chest like it wanted to escape.

How could he have been deceived this way? 'Oh, she is a werewolf certainly but something more. A hybrid. Her father was a werewolf!' she answered. 'Concerning that introduction, Madam Fairweather at your service', she said, curtsying elegantly. If it weren't ridiculous, Sean's Beta would have burst out laughing. 'If you are Crystal, then where is Anna?' Alpha Sean asked. Iris wanted to say something but Madam Fairweather continued speaking and She kept quiet, thinking that perhaps it was not time yet, for her to reveal what she knew.

I’m not the same scared girl I was back then. "I've been monitoring the two targets closely," I reply, my voice steady. "They’re not like the others. Jenna and Raina stand out." "How so?" Elder Marlow presses, her tone a deliberate test of my resolve. I refuse to falter." Their movements, their instincts, the way they respond to threats. They're cautious, but not in a human way. Jenna especially. She avoids revealing too much, but she’s slipped up a few times." I glance around the room, feeling the power shift ever so slightly in my favor. "They're wolves. I’m certain of it."

I ask, exited. “No, nothing else,” she replies, adding as my posture drops. “Sorry. If I can remember anything else, I’ll let you know,” she assures me. “Thank you. It isn’t much to start on,” I say sadly. “I’d say it’s nothing to start on. What’s there to search for anyway? If we go looking through pack lands, old territories, we could give ourselves away for hunters who still might be looking,” Jason explains with a scowl. “Becca is the first werewolf I’ve met in my life, and we only met because she’s been actively searching for six years.”

It was the least I could do to right the wrongs inflicted upon this sanctuary of knowledge. With the matter settled, I turned to Jasmine, a gentle smile gracing my lips. "Shall we continue our journey home?" I offered, my voice laced with warmth and affection. "Your house isn't far, and I would be honored to walk you there myself." As we stepped out of the library, the moon cast its gentle glow upon us, illuminating our path. With each step, Jasmine's curiosity bubbled to the surface, and she began to ask me questions about the rumors surrounding my existence as a werewolf and the Alpha of the White Moon Pack.