Novel & Cerita Millennium Wolves Sienna

“Yes, it seems Neil was right, you are being an asshole at the moment.” “Lily, it is not below me right now to pick you up from your collar and dump you outside of my room. Do. NOT. Test. My. Patience.” His wolf growled out, his black eyes turning gold, a sign of his wolf emerging from its slumber, only for his sister’s own black eyes to turn copper, challenging his with a small snarl.

“Alpha Lucas, the blood is extracted and she needs treatment now. Once she wakes, we take her inside and handle the Council.” "Since it is done, it stays a secret," I snapped, my jaw aching from clenching. I lifted my mate’s limp body from the bed with hands that shook with every step, finding that she weighed nothing—less than nothing—while the bond thread burned hotter with each breath I took. "You’re empty now," Ivy whispered as we left, her voice barely there. “Let’s see how long the Millennium Wolf lasts without a pack.” Three days later Sienna’s POV

A raw, primal roar tore from her throat, shaking the entire room. Sienna had transformed into a full white wolf. Beautiful yet terrifying. But her eyes—those glowing red eyes were empty. No trace of my Luna remained, only the beast locked inside her for so long. She looked at me, and in the next instant, she lunged. I caught her claws, but her strength was immense. We crashed into the wall, the metal groaning under the impact. “Sienna! It’s me!” No response. She snarled, sinking her fangs into my shoulder. Blood spilled, but I didn’t fight back.

One of them kicks me slightly on my side, making me flinch. My wolf, Sienna, growls, making me turn away quickly as I shut my eyes to avoid letting them see my eyes change. Sienna is an aggressive wolf, but... she's unlike most wolves in my pack. She's a white wolf, and her eyes turn an icy blue, almost water-like, unlike most wolves that give off that fiery hazel. "The alpha's daughter," the girl who kicked me says mockingly, "More like the pack's loser," she adds, making the girls laugh.

Pulling her to me, I kiss them away as I hold her tightly to me. But the sound of war rages on around us and I know that we have to get back. Sienna shifts and I stop to stare at her. Her wolf is white as snow, but whereas most wolves have amber eyes or bright blue, hers are the same icy silver as they usually are. But it is the weird mark on the side of her neck that catches my attention the most. Yet now is not the time to dwell on it. Running back we are just in time to finish the fight. I see two of our members laying dead and I feel sorrow for the loss of them and for their family's pain, but if I am being honest, I also feel relief that it was not any of my family.

Sierra You never forget the sound of bone breaking when you hear it that close. It’s wet. It’s over. Like the world itself opening up. The front door gave way completely, wood splintering inward as the two wolves finished shifting mid-lunge. They hit the ground amid a shower of splinters and glass, claws scratching the tile as yellow eyes locked on us with a predator’s focus. Enforcers. What seemed like Sebastian’s dream monster—wolves trained not just to kill, but to retrieve.

I bond? I could see the characteristics of Convil in this young wolf and as I looked closer, I realized that while Stella and I’s form was huge, and likely dwarfed Sierra, to most Alaskans or Canadians, she would still be on the larger side of most wolves they had seen. Easily close to two meters in length, and what I would guess to be a bit shy of 80 kg, Sierra was a formidable shewolf. “Hello,” I said aloud, and then repeated mind to mind. “It is good to meet you, Sierra. Have you had chance to meet with Kiara and get to know her?’

A presence that could no longer be ignored. I swallowed hard, tasting the fear and exhilaration that always came with it. I was no longer just Amira Cross, the forsaken omega of Winter Hollow. I was something older, older than the lies that had surrounded me, older than the betrayals that had marked my bloodline. I was the Wolfe of Return. From behind me, Nyla’s footsteps were quiet but deliberate. She came to stand beside me, her eyes scanning the woods as though she could see the unseen dangers lurking beyond the shadows.

"We don't want humans aware of our existence. I already told you nobody wants to kill you." She relaxed a little. "How do you do that with your voice?" "I am the Alpha, leader of the pack, your new leader," he said. "There is a hierarchy around here." "So I have to listen to whatever you say?" "You still have free will if that's what you're asking. But wolves automatically respect their Alpha. It's natural to follow a leader." "Do we change into wolves on the full moon? Will silver bullets kill us?"

he turns around to face me again. He snaps his fingers, and someone comes running in. "Bring the seer over. I want to know who exactly she is. I feel she's lying to me." The man bows, "Yes boss." I look back at him horrified, "Excuse me? What's that supposed to mean?" "An omega who can heal injuries, and also rip off wolves? You're not ordinary at all."