Mha Wild Wild Cats Novels & Stories

The sound reverberates across campus—primal, powerful, and unmistakably draconic. All three roommates freeze. Even in their claiming-induced haze, Sebastian and Lyric recognize the raw dominance in that sound. It's an Alpha vocalization, but not from any werewolf. This is something older, more primal—a sound that speaks to the ancient parts of their brains and demands submission. A second roar follows, then a third, each with a slightly different pitch but equal intensity. The room vibrates with the force of it, and several of Riley's smaller plants shudder on their shelves.

He looked at me, and for a second, the Alpha pride masked the pain. ​"I can walk," he told me before I could offer an arm. ​"Fine. Don't fall." ​The cutters opened their cargo ramps. Marcus and his Vanguard had brought six massive Wildland wolves—feral beasts they’d captured and broken years ago, easily five feet at the shoulder, covered in thick, white armor-fur. They were the only things durable enough to run through the dead zone without dissolving. ​I mounted the largest male. Kaelen climbed onto the female right next to me, gripping the reins with hands that I could see were shaking. Alaric and Marcus took the lead on the other four, flanked by a dozen of the elite Shadow Legion.