Novel & Cerita Redwall Series In Order

"And you're the new alpha?" "That's right," Josh said as he moved over to where the redhead stood. "There's a new…" Dimitri heard the catch in his friend's voice once Josh got to within a couple of feet of the redhead. Josh took a deep breath, his eyes going a little wide, and Dimitri could hear the tremble in the man's voice when he continued talking. "There's a new sheriff in town. Or, rather, in this case, a new alpha."

Chapter 3: MY FAULT Present Day "Lisa come on, don't let go. Don't let go" he pleaded as tears ran down his sandy face. "I'll pull you up on three. One, two, three. Ahhhhhh" he screamed, using the last piece of decent energy his battered body could muster. All to no avail. "Come on. Don't— Help! Somebody help! Please" he screamed, his cracked voice echoing throughout the canyon. "Please" he whispered, trying to clean the tears off his face, but only succeeding in getting specks of sand all over himself.

The air suddenly cracked with the sound of howls—agonizing howls that pierced the sky and twisted the storm. The world grew quiet. Even Riftan's calm broke as we felt something sinister sweep across the land. Then... they dropped. The Ambersnook wolves fell to their knees like the life had been pulled from their bones. "They're being weakened... Something’s happened to Dreyar," Riftan muttered. "No…!" I screamed, heart pounding. "Change of plans!" he ordered. "Vale, gather the men. Depart now. Take Ruby with you. Fortify the walls—expect invasion."

I said, tearing my eyes away from the King, and they nodded, agreeing with my decision. "We were talking about the increase of rogue wolves around the woods," Elder Renfrew began. "There have been reports of rogue wolves attacking a pack and this time around they are not moving alone but as a pack which is quite rare for rogue wolves. Based on their unusual movement and alliance, I think their main aim is to take over." I sat still, looking drawn to the issue. This should be interesting……. ********************** I returned back to my room stressed out and met the door open.

Flashback One week after Lena left, Heather walked into Isaac’s office and announced, “Dad, we have a problem coming. There is a group of rogues who are trying to form a pack, but they are not the kind of wolves we want in our pack. They have been attacking other packs to gain land.

Smiling as the powerful roar of the engine hits my ears, I peel away from my drive and begin the short drive to my destination. I'd planned on doing this in a couple of days, after having only arrived here three days go. I wanted some more time to settle in and be seen around town. But after meeting Zak last night, i knew I couldn't wait, that flame within me burned brighter immediately and i just knew that sooner or later I'd have to face the man I'd grown to despise. As my Ford Ranger pulls into the compound, I look around at the many bikes that are parked neatly.

Cillian looked like he thought about it for a while but then ended up shaking his head, “No, if I’m comfortable I might dally. It’s better to rush things up so we can return to our place of rest.” Mordeu’s smile fell, but he nodded his head, “Of course.” “Years ago, before the revolution of the humans, the first red wolf was born.” Cillian lifted his eyes to meet Mordeu’s own. He wanted to capture desperately any form of discomfort which would decide if he would continue or not. However, Mordeu was unfazed. He just listened intently, standing there like a statue, eyes fixed on Cillian unwaveringly.

But the world outside had come crashing in with banners of iron and flame. Nia, buried beneath the cooling corpses of her parents and neighbors, could still hear the burning village crackling in the distance, the cries of the innocents, the imperial soldiers marching in a precise, terrifying rhythm. Their cloaks, sewn with raven symbols, had been seared into her memory. Her parents had whispered their last breaths as they shielded her, their blood mingling with the dirt beneath her. She had heard their final plea for her survival, a whisper lost to the wind.

They moved swiftly to flank Roxy, their watchful gazes a testament to their loyalty and dedication. With Roxy safely in Jerome's care, I materialized back to the battlefield, expecting to find chaos and carnage. I had envisioned a scene of utter devastation: my men scattered, broken, and bleeding; Atreyu and Ramses locked in a desperate, possibly fatal, struggle against the Forsaken. But as I rematerialized, I was met with a scene that defied all my expectations. The battlefield was eerily still, the only sound the distant hum of tension.

Months and months of investigation would have gone down the drain if he had. He slipped through shadows like a ghost, following the racket Nathaniel was making with his beta. The spineless coward wasn't even going to try and defend his title. He had left his men to the mercy of an unknown threat. It was an honour to be an Alpha of a pack but Nathaniel had no honour. Rounding the corner the four werewolves surrounded the SUV. Sierra and Alvaro had shifted, their tawny and black pelts and glimmering in the moonlight as they stilled, their hard eyes on the two men.