Novel & Cerita Millennium Wolves Book 2

Audrey stopped his bleeding but not the pain, and we were able to drag Tristan and Walsh to the open. The commotion had stopped, and the evil wolves had snapped out of Walsh's control. Alex, William and Melena came to join us in the hallway. Using my alpha authority, I compelled Tristan to tell us what he knows. We found out that the attacking wolves were from the New Moon pack. Tristan had used his pack members as an experiment.

"This isn't about Moonborn anymore. This is about whether wolves let themselves be controlled by families that see us as pawns. Time for everyone to choose what kind of world they want." "Elric—" Mira reached for me. I was already gone. I. Ran. Not toward Shadowfang. Deeper into the city.. I howled. A call to war. A signal that hadn't been used since the pack wars centuries ago. A sound that made every wolf in hearing distance make a choice.. Cower.. Fall. Watch everyone die. The howl echoed off buildings.. As I ran I heard others picking it up. Wolves across Darklorevie responding to a call they'd only heard in stories.

I growl stalking towards him again “Martin wait” Bryat says and I turn to him, anger still boiling in me “do you remember the story…the one they told us when we were younger. The black female wolf. If what he says is true…if Claire is the black female wolf she doesn’t get a mate. If this is true there could be more alphas coming to see if it’s true”

"My claws will track down a low-blood rogue warrior to snare his body, then my tongue will scatter scandalous mating news about their forbidden physical relationship across all the border guard channels. When that bloody shame explodes into the open, your father’s beast will be incredibly glad his line still carries your loyal name inside the den. Trust my malice, darling pup. It won’t be many mooncycles before my plotting secures your grand warrior return to the Sterling Wolf Manor gates!" Having read the stolen parchment text to the very last letter, my silver eyes narrow into tiny, freezing slits as my gaze stares coldly into the dark valley distance. Just when my inner wolf thought my co

"Despite your father's insistence, you hoped Bruin would give you to another pack member—another subchief—but Bruin refused. Except if I told him I didn't want you. There can be no gray. You're married to me, although in my absence. But we'll get to the excellent stuff when we get rid of the grays." His heavy palm tightened on her throat as she attempted to pull free. Lucian chomped down on Crassus' arm as her vision dimmed and she screamed for oxygen. Lucian's attention had to be drawn to the wolves in the room first, who were more dangerous with their strong bites and posed a greater threat than any of the humans. But as soon as Crassus grasped Ravena's throat, Lucian had to free himself f

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

Was she talking in her sleep? “Princess? What’s wrong?” “Myka, what’s wrong?” “No, not Myka, but Delmira.” “Delmira, my black lily?” I looked over to Micah to see that his eyes and they were no longer the blue grey that I’m used to, but it is now a very dark brown. Is this his wolf talking? “Micah?” “No, baby, it’s Barin, and I’m Micah’s wolf and also your mate.”

The Resonants stopped, their natural human instincts fighting a sudden, terrifying spike of adrenaline. Killian stepped forward, pushing the massive gates open with a single, effortless thrust of his arm. The courtyard was a sea of slate-grey fur and silver-veined quartz armor. Five hundred massive wolves stirred from their slumber, shaking the morning dew from their heavy coats. The sound of their armored plates grinding together was deafening. They rose to their paws, their violet eyes locking onto the crowd of strangers standing at the threshold of their sanctuary.

As I took small bites of my meal, my mind wandered back to the book's descriptions. When breakfast was finally over, I excused myself politely and headed back to the garden. I retrieved the book from its hiding place and found a secluded spot where I could read in peace. The more I read, the more I realized how much had been lost to history. The white wolves were not the monsters they had been made out to be. They were beings of incredible power and kindness, who had only sought to live in harmony with others.