روايات وقصص ضمن Most Scariest Zodiac Sign When Angry

"Wolves don't like to be in chains or cages, we love to be free." No animal likes being in chains and cages. Especially not the animal I've become. "The forest and the woods are made for our species but we can't roam about freely in our wolf form cause these hunters hate us so much." Now that Tye has brought them up, I clench my fist and I feel my claws coming out. "Anger, that triggers a person, especially a werewolf. Now that I've mentioned the people who could have possibly murdered your boyfriend your wolf parts begin to show. You have to control that anger, don't let it control you, instead control it."

"Do not cuss at me, woman! You asked to help now you are gaining cold feet?!" "I'm sorry. But you know what I mean. First he tries to kill an half Lykae, and then Lilac which led him to hurting Kael and now he has run off." Shock first. And then rage. Raw and riotous Carla says as a Moon Lycan, anger is my default mode. She says I should never let it consume me, because if not I would go moon mad. I am the kind of Lycan who was never supposed to be born which means I have high tendencies of loosing my mind than any other pure blood Lycan. But the blood pulsing in my veins and thrumming in my ear is so loud that Carla's words seemed to be blocked out.

Cameron's vein on his forehead pulsed with every breath he took, and his nose flared "Is your mate in trouble?" Beta Adrian asked. That was the only thing that he could think of that would rile him. Wolf always gets possessive of their mate and their anger is always uncontrollable when something is wrong with their mate, this type of anger is what Cameron is possessing. Cameron was known for being a peaceful man and easygoing, they could count the number of times that Cameron had gone angry but it's never like this.

It was as if the very air around him crackled with his pent-up anger. The pack warriors, now on their knees, waited in fearful silence, knowing better than to speak or make any sudden movements. Scott was their Alpha, and his anger was a force to be reckoned with. Dickson tried hard not to get fazed by his anger. That would only mean that he couldn't calm him down or console him, "We're dead!" Dickson heard the head warrior speak when they noticed Scott let out another loud and huge growl while they noticed that his fur and claws were beginning to come out.

He was angry, and his anger bled into me until I could hardly breathe past it. By the time I forced myself out of the shower and tugged on clothes with sharp, angry motions, the restlessness was unbearable. My wolf’s fury mixed with my own shame was leaving me strung so tightly that I couldn’t relax. My chest was hot, my skin crawling, the need to move gnawing at me like a fever. The Blood Moon was close. That had to be it. It always made us unstable and in the days leading up to it I was stronger, hungrier, and found it harder to keep the balance between myself and my wolf.

Startled, I jolted backward landing on my butt on the edge of the bed, any slight movement will send me tumbling over on the hard pristine flooring. Eyes wide with fear, I studied his every move which wasn't much as he just stood there glaring daggers at me. Even his wolf hated me, yeah, lucky me. I thought sarcastically. Jace's wolf was very powerful and vengeful. It's known to be merciless and brutal, even in human form, the aura that radiated off of him was strong enough to send anyone to their knees. I didn't know what to expect from him, how do I deal with an angry wolf that kills at the slightest bit of disrespect?

I lift my eyes to Zefer and smile at him wickedly. I was a bit irritated that I could not seem to capture that stupid kitten of Rue's. Annoyance that is what it was. Even with the blood of virgins I failed to catch the bloody cat and the blasted book. But with that irritation brought on anger that made me become very impatient. I tend to want to let out my frustrations on anyone. The wolf people should do. Cronus feels my sudden change of mood and cries before flying away from my finger. Smart creature knew that when I was angry, I seem to kill anything in my path. Even if it was my own.

Ezra had also received his opponent's wild declaration of war. He closed his eyes slightly, speculating on his opponent's exact direction. Windy and Nolan also heard howls filled with declarations of war. The instincts of a Wolf warrior didn't let them have the slightest thought of backing down. They both spun in unison as they flew in Ezra's direction. All the creatures in the forest are afraid to return to their lair because the mystic declares war. The forest was suddenly frighteningly silent, and it was possible to see the danger lurking in that atmosphere.

It perfectly describe personality of the resider. I tried to remember what happened with me and the last thing I can reminisce was the anger. Anger like never before. I find myself very patient as compared to the aggression in the werewolf community, as with the dominance of power comes the aggression which with training has been under control, only the high ranking wolves are more aggressive in their demeanour. As far as I can remember I have never been the one to get angry. But this anger was justified, this was the anger at the danger that my family can potentially be in. Again remembering the implication of yesterday's meeting... I can feel my anger rising again to the level of insanity.

Because how can you not? “What if some dangerous, ferocious animal comes out of nowhere?” I cross my arms, trying to look serious. She stands up, chin tilted slightly upward, eyes glinting in the moonlight. “I’m not scared of any wild animal.” “Really?” I raise an eyebrow. “You’re what, five feet and nothing? And you’re not scared of bears or lions or wolves?” She gasps, half offended and half amused. “Don’t judge me, mister. I’m very scary when I’m angry.” She narrows her eyes and lets out a playful growl that sounds more like a kitten trying to be a tiger.