Real Wolf Ears Romane & Geschichten

“How about you? How is training going?” I smiled at her. “It is going well. I have been meeting with Raina every morning and then with Cammie in the evening. I have also been spending a lot of time with Talia and Vivian, since they are so close to my age.” I shrugged, pulling my long hair back into a high ponytail. My hair was a bright, deep red, just like every other red wolf. Although any she-wolf could have red hair, it was the color of our wolves that set us apart. Our wolves were a deep red. Some wolves were an orangish color, but ours were different. And beautiful. Harley played mindlessly with my hair. “Everything okay?” I asked, sensing that something didn’t feel right.

He was terrified. Suddenly, the bushes at the edge of the clearing rustled violently, and Alpha Rollins burst through, his massive wolf form emerging from the shadows. His fur was a dark, almost black, shade of brown that blended with his eyes color. His eyes, glowing a fierce amber, were locked onto the rogues, blazing with fury. Rollins was enormous, even for a wolf—his powerful muscles rippling under his fur, his sharp teeth bared in a vicious snarl.

My teeth sink into the ear of the nearest rogue, a brown wolf with shaggy and extremely thick fur. It’s like biting into heavy wool yet it’s no match for my teeth. There’s a yelp of pain as the rogue tears away, shaking me loose. I slam into the wolf and hear the whoosh of wind being knocked from his lungs.

She was restless for the last hour. I reached the middle of the forest when suddenly a white wolf came out of the trees and stood in front of me. The wolf was large, his fur was shining under the moonlight and his aura was powerful. He didn't seem like a rogue as his eyes weren't red. Usually rogues have red eyes while he had grey. Red eyes is a sign that their wolves have complete control over them. Maybe he wasn't a rogue for too long or he was just a wolf that got lost. What is certain is that the color of his fur is very rare! This color was not prevalent around here.

Elijah and Rhiannon looked up at each other, confused at what they had just seen. "You're a scientist, aren't you?" Elijah asked, his gaze calculating. Rhia's lips trembled, "You...saw something? What did you see?" His eyes narrowed, "What did YOU see?" Rhia recoiled at the thought of the memory. She felt a little dizzy, but kept her stern eyes on him. Rogues had torn her apart during the last seconds of her life, and she had just seen one in her memory. A Red wolf. Wolves with red fur are said to be even rarer than those with white fur.

He said with his eyebrow cocked. "Of course I am. I am majoring in Werewolf Genetics." I mumbled with a lazy eyeroll. What did this guy take me for? "However you can tell Superior Wolves by their eye colour which ranges from midnight blue to bright blue.'' He began once more, I hummed lazily as I half listened to whatever it was Earl was going on about. My eyes fluttered shut, the pain leaving my body. ''The brighter the eyes, the higher and stronger the power. Your wolf has azure coloured eyes right?'' He asked and I agreed with another lazy hum. ''Is your wolf's name Terror?''

Dozens of them. One huge gray wolf looked up, yellow eyes glowing. He stared straight at my window and he howled. The sound cut through me then the glass in front of me shattered. A rogue wolf crashed through, landing in the middle of the room. He shifted revealing a tall man with a torn ear and yellow eyes stood naked in the broken glass. He smiled. “Hello, We’ve been looking for you,” he growled and then he lunged.

I felt him before I heard him, but the deep growl had way more impact on me than the warmth he imparted. I opened my eyes to see him for the first time. His snow-like fur had streaks of grey in it. He didn't look anywhere near as menacing as the other wolf with one ear completely flopped forward. It gave him an odd look, but one glance at his teeth and you couldn't even consider him to be cute. His eyes were so similar to the other wolf, but there was something slight in them that set him apart. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something.

Every time my eyes landed on those uneven ears and the rough little paws, memories came rushing back whether I wanted them or not. **** "You are making them backwards," I scolded him with a smile. Kael frowned down at the block of pine in his hands, his tongue sticking out a little the way it always did when he was concentrating hard. "Wolves do not have backwards ears, Eirlys. Everyone knows that." "They do when you carve them like that," I said, trying not to laugh. He looked up at me with an offended expression that only made him look more adorable. "Excuse you. This is art. Real art."

Rubbing my eyes, trying to get them to focus, I began to look around wondering if my mind had been playing tricks on me hearing the growl, but then my eyes spotted him. Slowly, trying to not make any sudden movement to scare him away, I push up from Easton’s chest, moving to an upright position, staring at Urijah’s wolf staring back at me. Urijah’s wolf’s eyes were looking directly at mine, but as Easton followed suit sitting up, his eyes moved to Easton, and Urijah’s wolf’s demeanor changed within a blink of an eye, as he let out a possessive growl that shook the ground beneath us.