Novel & Cerita Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All

“Fine. Just know that I will kill you with my own hands if you disobey me again.” They frantically nod their heads. “Yes, Mother.” “That was hash,” Xael complains. “Do you want me to slap their dumb faces?” He flashes me a smile and I melt. Five days later, we are summoned to the palace again. We are flabbergasted when G-pack reports that a wolf matching Xara or Xandra’s description came to their pack and roared until two of their factories fell down. Ten pack members died and many are injured. Xael and I exchange looks. This is nothing close to what any of our girls would do.

It was night already but there were all werewolves and had the ability to see clearly in the night except the neotides who were trying their best to find their enemies. The Silvermoon pack had lost a warrior wolf and many other warriors and Devin had almost gone gaga as he killed and clawed their enemies apart in a really brutal way. Graham, the warrior wolf had been left alone to fight several neotides and two had unfortunately struck and bit him to his death. The rogues, neotides, Alpha wolves, Beta, Gamma and their warriors had collided in the middle of the extremely dark forest and a bloody fight had ensued and was still ensuing.

As Jenna and Logan celebrated their victory, they suddenly heard a loud roar coming from the forest. They looked up and saw a huge, black wolf standing at the edge of the clearing. The wolf's eyes glowed yellow, and it snarled at Jenna and Logan. Jenna felt her heart skip a beat. She knew that this was no ordinary wolf—it was an Alpha werewolf, and it was here for revenge.

He stands up and howls in front of wolf Soga’s dead body. In the epic clash between Gale and the Betas against the werewolves and ogres, it was clear that victory was within reach for the combined allied forces. With a stroke of strategic brilliance, the witches unleashed their formidable powers, tipping the scales even further in favor of Gale and his allies. Sensing defeat, the vampires wisely retreated from the battle, recognizing that they stood no chance against this overwhelming force.

There is a loud bang so close to my ear it stuns my wolf for a moment, which gives the arsehole a chance to pull his leg from my wolfs mouth and start hobbling down the beach. ‘Pathetic.’ My wolf snorts in disgust, and not a second later he pounces, landing on the bastards back. I feel my wolfs teeth sinking into the flesh at back of the runts neck, as if they were my own teeth. It is silent. Ranger and Ryder made short work of the other two, and this one is no longer for this world either. Usually I would have insisted we let one live long enough to see what information we could get out of them, but beasts will be beasts, and tonight there was no reining our beasts in.

Among the gruesome scene, there was a third wolf, a passive observer who had witnessed the entire tragedy unfold. As he slowly approached me, I sensed the approaching footsteps of my pack members coming to my aid. With a sudden swipe of his claws, he viciously tore open my chest, causing excruciating pain. Collapsing to the ground, I cried out in agony. The trio of rogues swiftly vanished in the same direction they had come from, leaving before any pack members arrived. Grinjo, the pack's Beta, along with a few warriors, were the first to reach us. They acted promptly, attending to each of us. No words were spoken, but the grim reality sank in—I knew my parents were already gone, no need for

Roderick, his voice gruff but sincere, added, "We’ve seen what we can achieve when we stand united. Our combined strength has proven itself in battle. We must continue to support each other and ensure that our alliance remains strong. The future is uncertain, but together, we can face any challenge." The gathering was filled with a renewed sense of purpose and camaraderie. The packs shared stories of their fallen comrades, offering their respect and gratitude. There was a moment of silence as each wolf paid their respects, their heads bowed in memory of those who had given everything. The fire crackled softly, a comforting presence in the midst of their grief.

Until it was over, there was a possibility of winning. That was until last night's ordeal happened. The White Claw Pack was invadered by intruders. They left a trail of bodies from the pack borders to the pack house. None of those warriors were a match and they all died. Felix was unfortunately taking a run in the woods. He had no idea that the pack was in danger because the intruders masked their scents. That was the advantage they had on their side.

I don’t like the feeling I’m getting. Gamma Dave scoffed at my response, saying while drawing closer again, “You’re funny, Omega. How is it a long time? Okay fine, let’s say it happened a long time like you claim, but what about the current update?” He smirked, sliding both hands into his pocket. “That rumor is now the latest news in Wolf Fall. Omega being chased by the Alpha. They all think their Alpha is crazy about you.”

But I didn’t pull my hand back, holding out hope she’d take it. Minutes passed. Slowly, reluctantly, she sat, her tension only easing slightly as Wolves Warriors approached. They looked ready to intervene, their concern evident. Through the mindlink, they asked what was going on. ‘Nothing serious’, I assured them, instructing them to stand down and keep a watchful eye from a distance. “I know this doesn’t make sense,” I began, voice steady. “Why Christopher Gale would kill his own brother—it’s unthinkable. But you know how wolf hierarchy works. Fate is brutal. If you’re born an ordinary wolf in the pack, that’s your role. No exceptions.”