Rudy Cod Novels & Stories

Kirsch's POV I agreed to meet Jason about some missing wolf. I thought that was his excuse to look for trouble. I didn't think he would actually come all the way to my border, only to retrieve a wolfless girl, and I surely didn't know she would be my mate! "Mine!..." Rudy shouted to me happily when he saw Ethan talking to a girl in a red cloak, but then he changed into a confused tone, "Mine?" Rudy was my wolf.

But I loved every bit of it. I see why Molly said Ricky was a big nerd. He loved reading about our pack's history. The more I read, the more I got to know every one of our past members, and they left so much to teach us. Most days around lunch, Ricky wrapped things up in his office and did paperwork next to me in the room while I studied until it was close to dinner.

She would not help Frank since he stubbornly refused to be partners, but Howl Quaid had given express orders to assist Frank before he left. That was the only reason she was here! Jada picked up a photo from the data just then, which was labeled with the name Rudy Himmel. "Who's this?" Jada asked. "Is he suicidal, trying to lay a trap for Mr. Frankton?" Jouri laughed. "You don't get it, huh? Why don't you think about it this way—is there a person in existence who doesn't crave the power of the Shagan spiritron vein? It's understandable that Rudy is trying to make a gamble for it, and he's acting like he has a chance of winning. The way I see it, we should storm the old town soon."

Sandro shouted and made Cody scream louder. "Do something ... Cody must be freed from the influence of the spirit!" Said Alpha Jacques now worried about his son's condition. In that place, there were only Sandro Rodrigo and Marco, as well as Cody who was still on a rampage. "What should we do?" Rodrigo asked, confused. They couldn't have left Cody like that, right? "Cody! You're strong ... You're an Alpha candidate. I'm sure you can control yourself. You're strong ...." AGH ...... Agh ...

Back at the camp, General Ver received the news on Rudy Rude’s bungled mission lackadaisically. Not even a little sign of remorse had softened the impassive expression on his face. Rudy Rude was only an expendable pawn of little value. He could spare a thousand of his kind. Being the General, it was his privilege to play with his pawns, sacrificing them to gain an advantage over his opponents.

Her voice was so sharp that I almost winced. Adele blinked, obviously unsure of what was happening. "I-I—he’s just a boy...," she stammered. "That boy is no ordinary child," Alexandra said in a low tone "He is Rudy, the grandson of Alpha Rod." Adele gasped audibly and her face went pale. It was as if the name "Alpha Rod" had sent a shockwave through her system. Everyone in the place knew who Alpha Rod was—one of the most powerful Alphas in the region. Even I, as a former Luna knew who he was. Jackson had tried to get an alliance with him for years but it wasn't possible. The man is that hard to please.

Richie quickly routed the encrypted file through an offshore syndicate server, directing it directly to Cody Tucker, a legendary, scarred vanguard captain currently managing the family’s gun-running docks across the eastern seas. Richie had deliberately kept his cards hidden from Chika. The seasoned music purist he had referenced during their midnight meal wasn’t some casual associate; it was his blood-uncle, Cody, a ruthless, silver-furred enforcer pushing fifty who had rejected three different Luna alliances to live a solitary life governed only by the cold rhythm of classical steel and war drums. Richie typed a quick, cryptic message under the file transfer: Found a wild rogue male in the

Fane had entered and left in a hurry, so he did not recognize any of them even though he had earned their respect. Rudy was different. When Fane was climbing the Red Sun, Rudy had gotten to know quite a few of the warriors there since he had been around. So, he immediately recognized Alfred. He still remembered how proud and proper Alfred looked when he first met the man. Rudy could not believe the state Alfred was in. He was completely covered in cuts and bruises. He looked like he was about to collapse at any moment. However, he still held firm. He clenched his teeth and refused to give up on running away. Rudy's hands trembled as his anger burned. Even though he did not really care about

Ray woke up from a deep sleep. It was day eight of the apocalypse. He took his time brushing his teeth and washing up, then sat down for breakfast. Only after that did he finally pick up his phone. Hm? Rudy had been found, and his throat had been slit. Someone had tagged him in the group chat and posted photos. That was fast. Ray had expected Rudy to hide for at least a few days. He replied in the group: [Add me as a friend. You can come claim the reward anytime—schedule's up to you.]