Novel & Cerita Millennium Wolves Free

Tell who you are. The footsteps were slow and deliberate. Then they stopped. There was no sound until I turned. ‘Who are you?’ I echoed again. ‘We have net before.’ She paused and looked at me. I stared back and didn’t say a word. My wolf growled within me, waiting for a go-ahead from me to strike. ‘I am Miranda, the last of the witches of the royal coven.’ ‘Are they not supposed to be extinct?’ ‘We are. But a witch caused me to sleep for a hundred years and I had only recently awoken.’

"Mother, your strategy cannot wait for another moon cycle! If this delay continues across the winter, our own names shall be the ones the elders kick out of the Sterling Wolf Manor gates!" Mirelle continues typing furiously on her metal device keyboard, her sharp fingers clicking against the keys as she replies without even lifting her eyes to track my face, "Stop shaking your tail. Your position inside this den will remain perfectly fine as long as your boots march to the Ashgrove Wildlands to shoot that war film obediently. Stop provoking Franklin behind my spine before the other pack lords."

In what crazy world did I just wake up in? "I know it is a massive thing to ask a female," Theo says, his big hand rubbing the back of his thick neck. "My pack herald Millie Fairchild has been pushing me to find a mate for the public eye, but the thought of going to the Grand Wolf Assembly with some fake royal princess or a skinny pack model makes my wolf want to jump into a river of wild piranhas."

The extensive tour of the pack grounds proved to be surprisingly informative. Uncle Marco, with his exuberant personality, led the way, while Cree offered quiet, insightful elaborations. The training grounds were particularly impressive, with warriors organized into specialized groups. The "Donated" wolves, those with magical aptitudes, were divided into four subcategories: ignis (fire), glacies (ice), terra (earth), and caeli (air). Those less magically inclined formed the Bellator combat group, leveraging their speed and strength. The presence of hybrid trainers for the magically gifted wolves was a unique and impactful addition.

I closed my eyes and felt as if my soul had entered another dimension, where Wyatt's wolf was waiting, circling excitedly. Mila appeared, lazily. Noah growled, "Mine!" and ran towards Mila. Mila rolled her eyes. Apparently, she was disinterested in the enthusiasm shown by her partner. "It seems that Mila is not satisfied with the arrangement of the Moon Goddess." Wyatt laughed. I watched the funny way Noah chased MIia, poor Noah. "Mila, she expects her wolf to be cold and tough. Noah isn't that challenging enough for her." I heard Noah growl "I CAN BE TOUGH! Mila!!" and Mila ran faster during Noah's shouting. Wyatt and I laughed at them together.

'Let me free,' Mazlyn growled, and Isabella granted her wish. In a flash of orange, Mazlyn was on her, catching Camille off guard. The Beta wolf was larger than most, standing out with her sunkissed fur and amethyst eyes, and as she savaged Camille's human form, the pack Beta gave her own wolf it's freedom, and then the sounds of gnashing teeth and vicious growls filled the training grounds. Fur flew and bodies twisted as the beta wolves clashed, each trying to inflict a fatal wound. Flesh ripped under sharp canines, and still, the two females refused to submit.

One of the guards cursed and scolded whoever had fired so close to her. That was when the five wolves stormed in. Gained enough ground on us that they could leap forward. Took Zaven and Kallik off their feet and sent them sprawling into the grass. Snarling erupted behind me. Vicious attempts to take the other person's life. When one of the free wolves got closer to me, I looked him square in the eyes. Prayed he would see me only as Farren's savior and not his enemy.

Someday, I’d watch as she and her wolf passed from this life. “Did you know that the previous Moon Goddess granted immortality to wolves she thought deserved it? She’d make them a part of her army. They live in the City of Dusk and Dawn. According to Azrael, Orion, and Draco, they’re happy and thriving.” I murmured, not breaking my stare from her eyes. Understanding dawned across her face. “You want to make me immortal?” I swallowed the knot in my throat, “Only if you want it.” She licked her lips, then pursed them. Her eyes strayed across the room to where Sephtis stood. He had his head turned, but I had a strange feeling he was listening in on our conversation.

Fagua I stumbled backwards as the wolves closed in. His words promised to deliver exactly what he’d said. I didn't know what he'd do to me, but I didn't like the gleam in his eyes or the wolves around me. "How come you've never turned, girl? Got too much of your damn Ma in you." He sneered. "All you need is a few bites to get the change fever going. Handy it's a full moon coming up soon." I'd never been bitten by a wolf my entire life. "That won't work. If I haven't become a wolf now, I won't ever."

Just get rid of everything that was so pressing and getting on your nerves. Which is what I did. White Porsche Cayenne Vadim again flaunted his greatness, and beckoning to a further plan of action. The only thing I did not take into account was two hefty mules who stepped out of the darkness and blocked my path. With a height of at least two meters, and in the shoulders no worse than Rinat, the werewolves demonstrated by their very appearance that it was better not to mess with them. The familiar cut of black formal suits over white shirts, as well as the fact that I saw them for the first time, made it clear that they were Yang's people. Both are black-eyed and dark-haired. Black wolves.