Novel & Cerita Odd Future Wolf Gang Kill Them All

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.

said Ash. Then more questions popped into my head. "What about the werewolves? Are they that hard to kill too?" "No," Nicor joined. "Snapping their necks or ripping their throats out usually gets the job done." My brows rose. "Usually?" "Alphas and uniquely strong wolves might regenerate even after snapping their necks or cutting their throats," Calvel added. I frowned, collecting their words in my head. "There's another thing I don't understand... Hunter once said that no one uses guns in the Dark Realm, but Gus, our driver, pulled out the gun to shoot the wolves."

“Intruder.” "What is that smell?" I snapped, glaring at the guards. The younger guard went pale. "Alpha... we found a dead deer this morning near the creek bed. It looked like it was killed by a stray rogue wolf. We were going to clean it up right after our shift ended." "A rogue?" Killan stepped forward, his relaxed energy vanishing completely. "A rogue wolf got that close to the main guard shack and you idiots didn't call it in immediately?" "We thought it was just passing through—"

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."