Mr Wolf From The Bad Guys Novels & Stories

Owen took a deep breath before revealing: “By any chance, do you know the name of Maya's wolf?” Paulo and Pedro exchanged confused glances and shook their heads. Owen, with growing seriousness, uttered the word: “Silver.” Upon hearing the name, Paulo and Pedro's inner wolves stirred within them, a strange sensation enveloping them. No one had made the connection immediately, except Owen, who realized the gravity of the situation and said: “Come on, guys, the story of the fallen wizard.” Mia, who was present, asked: “The story Nolan used to tell the boys when they were kids. What about it?”

It was never there when I needed it, only surfacing during moments of danger before receding again, leaving me more broken than before. I couldn’t even talk to it like other werewolves. I was defective. Wolfless. I was nothing but a pathetic Omega’s daughter. The daughter of a murderer. “Martha!” The sharp voice jolted me out of my spiral. I turned and froze. Mrs. Smith. Her sharp eyes scanned the mess—the broken displays, the scattered products, and the three girls sprawled among the wreckage. Her gaze shifted to me, and the disgust in her expression made my stomach churn.

Milo wags his finger at me with an annoying grin. I feel myself go pale as Dad’s wolf charges out of the woods into the clearing. I take a step back, but I can’t run. He would catch me in three strides. “Mace, this isn’t what it looks like. Bronx has it wrong. I swear. Nothing happened.” “Leni-” Marco steps forward, putting himself between me and Dad’s giant gray wolf. Mace lowers his head with a rumbling growl, making all of us bow and show him our necks in submission. My knees shake under the blanket when I hear him shifting into human form.

He licked his overly plump lips, revealing brown stained, crooked teeth, and I wanted to vomit. “Why does Marco hate werewolves so much?” I asked, trying to take his mind and attention off of whatever lewd thoughts ran through his head. “How the fuck would I know? The guy is more sick in his head than half of Bedlam, but he pays well so who am I to judge?” He stepped closer, backing me up against the back wall of the shed. I was lodged between the wall and the ancient lawnmower, with nowhere to go and no way of getting around Wilson and his gun.

Mason kept on asking me what was wrong but I couldn't talk. "Jessica did you see something?. Tell me!." The wolf looked extremely familiar. I've seen it somewhere before, as I struggled to regain my composure i dived back into my memory. Mr Malcom?. Yes it was Mr Malcom. I could vividly recall that's what his wolf looks like when he was fighting with the brown wolf that night. "Jessica what the heck?" Mason asked getting frustrated. "Hehehe. Got ya. It was a prank" I lied through my teeth.

The wolf shook his head vigorously, “I don't, he sends us orders through his second in command, we don't see them either, he communicates through a video call with a mask on. We never met any of them physically" Marcus leaned back on the chair and thought about the story he had just heard, how believable it seemed. “So you've never seen him? Not even for a day" Marcus asked again. The wolf shook his head, his heart racing, he needed Marcus to believe him. He knew no other truth. “You're lying, you keep insisting you're not but I know" Marcus stood up again, he took out the lighter from his pocket and heated the steel iron rod up. Then moving closer he whispered, “This is your last chance"

The silence that followed pressed in, thick and suffocating. Rose swallowed and lifted her head slowly. “What’s going on?” “Did you meet my brother?” I asked. For one brief second, everything stopped. Her breath caught. Her eyes widened just enough. Then she recovered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said quickly. “Why would I meet someone who wants me dead?” A slow smile tugged at my lips as I stepped closer. “Careful, Rose.” My shadow fell over her. “I’m a werewolf. And I’m a mafia lord. Lies don’t survive long around me.”

It angers me to think that my distraction might now cost her her life. I watch as she backs away carefully. But the wolf is not letting this intrusion go. Before he can attack, I jump down and clasp the wolf firmly by its scruff. The wolf struggles for a moment until I lift it up and toss it against a nearby tree. The wolf instantly recovers. He tries to stare me down, but I don’t give an inch. I’m an alpha. I don’t bow down to anyone. I stand there for a minute, maintaining eye contact. The wolf must finally realize that I’m an alpha because it lowers its head in submission. After a few minutes, the wolf runs away. Without another word, I turn back to the girl and face her.

I completed my statement. "Oh my God!!! A bug???" Mr Agent exclaimed. "You're so unpredictable and amazingly smart." Mrs Johnson said unbelievably. I laughed. Yeah right, I'm unpredictable, I'm an Alpha wolf and not any Alpha wolf but the best in my generation. I had a feeling that the wolf will misbehave and want to make a fool of us all so I commanded a bug to disappear to me and it was so, so I placed it on the fool's neck and he disappeared immediately.

AND CONFUSED! I was completely disgusted with myself, I mean… He was a ‘’wolf’’. He was basically a fucking animal! It was weird and twisted and It was just making everything harder to process. I felt so stupid, I remembered the comments the guys made about full moons and wolves and, to be fair, If i really thought about everything, there were plenty of signs that something was off about them all... I just didn’t see it.. Or understand it… now I do. They were fucking WEREWOLVES!