Pale Wolf の小説・ストーリー

Kennis hadn't reacted to my color the night I ran from him, although he was too focused on hunting me down. "Diara, I belong to a rare lineage of wolves known as the Dire Wolves. They are legendary and stronger than other wolves. That’s why our wolves connect so well. Because we are one of, if not the last, dire wolves in the world," she explained. The reason my wolf wasn’t as blue as hers was that my mother wasn't a dire wolf, I was of mixed lineage, while she was pure.

And curled in the center of it, alive, breathing, a silver wolf, thin and faded and patient, waiting the way only something with centuries to wait can wait. The Pale shows it to me the way you would show a hand to a frightened animal, slow, open, asking nothing. There is no triumph in him, no gloat, and that is what makes him so much worse than Seraphina ever was, because Seraphina wanted to hurt me, and the Pale only wants to keep me, and keeping is a far older and more patient hunger than hurting.

The werewolf came, its feet hitting the ground mercilessly as its hands joined in its movement. It broke out from the woods, tearing off the leaves of the trees with less effort, and growling at the sight of the man. “You can't take anyone from my family.!” Mark grinned as he shifted under the bright moonlight. His bones cracked, and his skin stretched beyond its limits, tearing to become as tough as that of a wolf. He growled at the phantom, just as the phantom growled at him. Like two behemoths, they collided, and the green grasses on the ground fell victim to their battle.

Dan followed him barking and soon he heard barking and howling from all directions. Achak was a glimpse of grey fur sprinting through the forest. Running through fields covered with flowers going faster and faster until they reached the mountains. He climbed and ran until his lungs could take no more and then howled to let them know it was time to turn back. All the wolves turned around and enthusiastically started to run again. Everything was great until right at the end he heard some commotion in the form of growling and angry barks. They were back at the starting point, and everyone started to change back to human form. Noah scanned all his pack members to see if anyone was hurt when Dan

I know I felt it at my feet. I sit down on the floor. I am exhausted from the energy pouring out of me. As I sit, the wolves begin to call to me. The Imperial Wolf is calling my name, but it is different this time. I can see her, the white wolf. I see her standing in front of me. She is a beautiful white wolf with dark eyes. She is here for me and to help me get my child back. "Help me. Help me get my child back, please. I know you are here to help me, please help me," I plead with her.

I looked at him in surprise, no one had ever told me that my father had a couple. “It turned out that she was thirty-two then, and she was ill with wolf fever,” he stopped, poured more glasses, drank, turned away, looking somewhere into the distance, beyond the trees of the forest. Yeah, wolf fever is a piece of crap. In the age of high technology, they still cannot cure it, they only help to prolong life for a year or five to seven. Who cares. Scientists have long found this muck, it lives in every body of werewolves, only for someone it is dead in an inactive state, and for someone ... Yeah.

My wolf form. I have pale white fur, which almost seems to glow in the bright moonlight. Most of the wolves I’ve seen in this pack and my old pack are some shade of gray, sometimes streaked or mottled with brown. Caleb’s form is nearly black, and now, here I am, white like the snow I’m standing on. I’ve never seen another wolf like it. Caleb was right. I am special. My wolf is unique. She was hiding for a reason.

Paul confessed. "You have never seen a wolf like her?" I repeated his words, but as a question. "Yes!" He sighed. "Elaborate," Thomas demanded. "She didn't look like the usual wolves. Her eyes were blue with a taint of golden, her fur was pure white mixed with light shades of brown and her tail was extravagant. It's like, these kinds of wolves do not exist anymore," Paul confessed. The moment Paul described Maya's look, panic crept into me. I looked at Thomas, and he had the same expression. Her appearance took us twenty-eight years back. The entire pack butchered by us, and now, our past came back knocking on us.

Jim's wolf once was black but has started to grey with age. Jace her brother and current Alpha was massive. He's even larger than Jake and black as coal. Micha was grey and white. Charlie’s wolf Rojo was red and white he kind of favored a fox but much larger and furrier. Kile’s wolf Major was also grey and white. Roman’s wolf Scout, was almost solid grey. "Is it me, or does your brother look like a wolf on steroids?" Zeus asked. "It's not you. He does." Winter replied.

My Dad started explaining to me what we planned to do “ Mama and I will shift close to midnight to hopefully encourage your wolf forward…” I nod at him, I cant wait for my wolf to meet my Mum and Dad’s. My Dad’s wolf is big, almost the same size as an Alpha wolf which is unsual, and strong, which is needed for a Beta, he is a deep grey colour, and has deep brown eyes. He was called Pax.