Lila And Enzo Werewolf Novel 소설 & 이야기

In the pale light, his usually smooth features looked sharp, predatory. Lilith paced anxiously at the perimeter, her nostrils flaring as she tried to catch any trace of her husband's scent. The bond between mates was powerful, almost mystical in its connection. If Enzo was close, she would sense him. "I smell blood," she suddenly hissed, her eyes flashing gold as her wolf surged forward. "His blood." My heart clenched painfully in my chest. Despite everything—despite the years of torment and his ultimate betrayal—Enzo was still my brother. The thought of him bleeding, suffering at Marcus's hands, made something fierce and protective rise within me.

"I'm telling you, something's different about him," Luna said, leaning over the counter to whisper to her best friend, Lily. Lily rolled her eyes. "You say that about every new werewolf who comes to town," she replied, flipping her long blonde hair over her shoulder. "I know, I know," Luna said, fidgeting with her pen. "But there's just something about him." Lily raised an eyebrow. "Him who?" Luna nodded towards the door of the coffee shop, where a tall, dark-haired stranger had just walked in. He was dressed in a leather jacket and jeans, and his piercing blue eyes scanned the room as he made his way to the counter.

Sike and Nessa were closer to the entrance, like they always were, ready to run if something came. Just a dream. The same dream. The one I had been having for as long as I could remember. I wiped the sweat off my face and tried to slow my breathing. It never got easier. Every time I saw that woman fall, every time I heard that little girl scream, I woke up feeling like I had been the one hit by that arrow. . . . My name is Lila. I am twenty years old, and I have been a rogue my whole life.

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

“And I’ll make you wish you were never born.” “I won’t fail,” Zara swore, her voice shaking but fierce. “I’ll end her. Ella will bleed for everything.” Lila’s eyes glinted with cruel delight. “Good,” she murmured. “Because this time, the White Wolf must fall.” She moved to the ancient mirror etched with spells, her reflection a haunting vision of darkness incarnate. Raising her hand, she traced a rune in the air. “She will crumble,” Lila whispered. “Her light snuffed. Her soul devoured. And when she falls... I shall rise.”

Adrian and Enzo stayed close, discussing plans in hushed tones while keeping a constant eye on the girls. As night fell again, Enzo stood on the balcony of Lila’s room, looking out at the dark garden. Lila walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, resting her cheek on his uninjured shoulder. “I’m still scared,” she admitted quietly. “I know,” Enzo replied, turning around to face her. He cupped her face gently. “But I’m right here. And I’m not going anywhere. Not this time.” Lila looked up at him, her eyes searching his. For the first time since the betrayal, she didn’t feel the need to run away.

The Blackwood wolves surged behind her. A dark shape burst from the treeline. Amber eyes flashed beneath the moonlight. Lyla’s breath sharpened. The rival’s wolf. Lyla’s body coiled with tension. The wolf lunged. Lyla twisted beneath the blow. Her claws slid free beneath her skin. Her fist connected with the wolf’s ribs sharp and clean. The wolf hit the ground hard. Lyla’s breath sharpened. Eli’s silver gaze flashed beside her. Another dark shape lunged toward them.

He would threaten to jump out of my body and bite anyone who side-eyes me with a smile. Lila is walking beside me, and I’m gripping her hand as tightly as I can. The room is sneaky, one minute you think you’ve got a track on someone, and the next they’re gone. And I’m not going to let that happen with my Lila in this predator-filled room. Other packs are present, especially the ones presenting their she-wolves for me to marry, and so are other Alphas and betas. Because my Lila is by my side, the predator males are staring at her with lustful eyes. These men just want what I have.

My eyes followed. There was only one person walking through that door at that moment. Lila stepped inside, wearing her usual outfit, baggy blue denim shorts and an oversized shirt, walking into the classroom with the confident steps like a boy. She drew everyone's attention. Some looked on in lack of interest, others in undisguised disgust but I couldn't quite label what I was feeling. My senses locked onto her completely. It wasn't just shock at her appearance, it was my wolf, tearing beneath my skin as if it wanted to burst out. Heat flared through my body, so intense I felt like ripping off my shirt just to draw a breath.