Pulp Fiction The Wolf Quotes Novels & Stories

I've decided not to look straight on at why I’m not making a move to get rid of him for good. It's the wolf. That's the official story. The wolf's got some bug about him, and it leaks out my pores, and that's the whole thing. The wolf, who’s not fooled, says nothing. Just wags his tail slowly. "You went weird," Finn says. "Just now. Your whole face did a thing." "I'm thinking." "New experience for you, how does it feel? I probably shouldn’t expect more of it anytime soon." “Fuck you.”

Gentleman, damn it! - Well, well, just Kira, - he said, - you were looking for me. You found me. What's next? - He shrugged his shoulders again and, remembering Alyosha's words, I involuntarily jerked back, painfully pressing my lower back into the washbasin. “Don’t be afraid, little one,” the wolf said in response to my obvious movement. "I don't hit women," he added, tucking his hair behind my ear. - And if they pay well? I asked, gazing at his hand.

He went full Wolf, he lost his humanity. Before I offered my neck to the Wolf, he barked at me. Rafa inhaled as I submitted in the most instinctual of ways to the Wolf, knowing that he could kill me before I even realized it. I hoped and prayed that it would be enough to settle the Wolf down, but he still wanted to talk to me.

I asked, with a ferocious expression. “Liar!” A pack member called out that minute. The others jeered in support at what the person had said. My eyes scanned the entire crowd. “I’m not a liar. But I forgive your dim witlessness brains for thinking a wolf would ever poison his own mate.” I seethed to them all. “In all, for wolves, most of you have the mind of stupidity,” I added. That statement earned me another lash, which went down my skin. My eyes dimmed shut in the effect of the lash, coming on my skin once again. These went on for a long while.

The wolf slumped, barely conscious. Thomas knelt in front of him, voice low and intimate. “I can do this all day. To me, you’re just a punching bag.” The wolf coughed, choking on blood. “Answer the Alpha’s questions,” Luca continued, “unless you want to be toothless.” “If—if you let me go,” the wolf rasped, “I’ll talk.” Thomas smiled. “No.” The wolf laughed weakly. “Then why would I talk?” Thomas straightened and picked up the poker again.

These rogues were nothing but criminals who were pouting that they weren't getting their way, and they were killing innocent people because of it. I launched myself forward, colliding with the first wolf and snapping my jaw at him, biting and ripping at his flesh everywhere I could while keeping an ear out for the positioning of the others. The feeling of teeth sinking down on my back had me releasing the wolf in front of me, and I let out a yowl of pain before turning and quickly ripping his throat out.

“Don't be stubborn, you will die.” “I won’t die, my wolf has just refused to heal me.” “Why?” “Because he's a piece of sh*t,” “I thought each person's wolf was like a personal best friend? How can your wolf be this cruel to you?” “He's pissed at me.” “pissed to the point of allowing you to die?” “He won't allow me to die, he just wants to prove a point.” “Well, you are losing a large amount of blood, quite fast.”

I asked, “Where did you hear that?” “Does it matter if it’s true?” The other person beside him asked with a wide malicious grin on his face. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Camille asked, coming to my defence. “Oh ho ho.” The first guy whistled, “Well would you look at that, guess the dummy didn’t tell her friends that she has no wolf.” “I have a wolf!” I shot back. “Really? How come you’re never there during the shift hours? Hmmm?” He paused, “Got nothing to say? Didn’t think so.”

“Sh&t. I forgot about how expensive those rugs were. Pretty sure that goon bled all over them when I sliced his arm off.” “That was different. He deserved it," my wolf responded while yawning. F&ck. F&ck, f&ck, f&ck. I had to get out of here. My wolf was acting strong, but I knew it was a matter of time before he fell asleep. Despite our alpha genes and our combined efforts to fight off the drugs, it was only a matter of time before we were both significantly impaired. “Sir?” a small voice asked, pulling me out of the conversation with my wolf.

“You shot me good, man. I’ll give you that. But I didn’t die. I hung, bleeding, half-dead—but alive enough to watch you celebrate your failure. To hear how the great Renz vanished like a ghost.” He laughed again, the sound scraping my nerves raw. “I learned one thing,” he said darkly. “Sometimes you’ve got to play dead to kill the wolf.” The room fell silent. My breath slowed. Every eye watched me. Then— a sudden flash of movement. Pain exploded through my skull.