Rule Of Wolves Epub Novels & Stories

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

Forty-five minutes later, in the squeaky clean, dimly lit library, Martha had the Book of Shifters in her hands, sitting by the vast center table, and found the page where they spoke of a white wolf. She laid the huge book on the table. The bottom line is that white wolves defy the customary laws of nature. They defy the natural laws set by the Divine Moon Goddess herself. Firstly, white wolves were rare. Actually, one has not been spotted in the last fifteen hundred years. Some live for generations and never encounter one. White wolves are natural-born rulers whose beta is imprinted on them directly and not simply chosen. They also have a devoted witch and a warrior wolf that imprints on th

I heard a low growl from Paul, but he kept mute with a warning sign from me as Kim spoke again. “The Crimson Wolves is a group of loyal wolves whose sole aim in life is to spill blood. In a more basic statement, the Crimson Wolves are warriors, fighting for whatever our Master says is right. We swear allegiance to only one ruler, and he dictates everything we do. As a result, we've been involved in numerous killings, notable among them being assassinations. Kings, Alphas, Betas, Gammas, Chiefs, Elders…whatever rank they may be, they are living. And living things can die.”

Where the silver half was molded to form a crescent moon, the gold created a perfectly round sun. Every time I slowed, too busy gawking at the elaborate artwork lining the walls, the wolf at Azrael’s side nudged me with its snout. First of all, the paintings moved. How could I not stop and stare? Second, the legends always said that Orion was the most powerful of the wolf gods, but it wasn’t until now that I actually believed it. It was oh so comforting that he also happened to have the worst attitude. When the wolf bumped me for the fourth time I grunted, “Can you tell your pet to stop pushing me along? Don’t let my perky ass fool you, I’m not cattle.”

He gestured to the map. “We have over ten thousand wolves in our pack,” Thomas began. “Two thousand live in this region. Five hundred are warriors. Half are mated. That matters—mates stabilize packs.” Luca absorbed every word. “My only rule for entry,” Thomas continued, “is simple. You handle yourself. You swear loyalty. You contribute financially every month. No freeloaders. No sentiment.” “Structure before sentiment,” Luca said. “Exactly.”Thomas tapped the table. “A Beta enforces this. My Beta welcomes new wolves. Extracts oaths. Ensures confidentiality.”

Rolling my eyes, I went over and stood on his right. “The rules are simple,” Alpha Hudson glanced from me to her, “No shifting into your wolves. You can wound the other, but do not kill. No breaks are allowed. You will fight until your opponent cannot continue. The one left standing becomes the winner and the newly Chosen Luna of FireBricks.”

“If power no longer knows its place and if wolves no longer know who leads and who follows and who carries the weight that has been carried by Alphas since the old laws were written.” Nova’s eyes did not waver and her voice was steady when she spoke. “Power should not have a cage and wolves should not be bound by laws that were written by wolves who were afraid of what they could not control. The wolves who carved their strength into the stone did not hide it so that it would be forgotten and they did not bury it so that it would never be used because they hid it so that we would find it when the pack was ready to stand beside it.”

he declared, exuding a sense of possessiveness. Adams locked eyes with him before speaking. "You know, you never really told me the reason why you chose me as your Mano Beta. I mean, I don't believe I possess any special talents," he questioned, seeking clarity. Lucian rose from his seat and approached Adams. "You see, I have established rules that all wolves living in this community are bound to obey. One of the most important rules is to never reveal your wolf form to humans," he explained, pausing for effect before continuing.

You: what a sad little whore the Goddess turned you into. He projected visions directly to my brain, stuff I couldn’t look away from or close off. His first rule of the werewolf kingdom. Packs led strictly under his control, a single, synchronised and absolutely-harmonious unit. Perfect order, no rebellion, no dissent, no chaos. Wolves all working together with machine like precision. No arguments, no fights, no wars. “I gave wolves certainty and direction,” he said convincingly. "Your Bast youthe them chaos veiled a freedom. Whose is it that you really think is best for survival.”

“We are half human, Lyric. We are at least… adjacent. It’s weird and it’s wrong.” “I’m not saying we should do it,” she exclaims. “I’m just pointing out that… wolves operate by a different set of rules.” “Which is why I have laws,” I say and put my coffee down before I pick up my knife and fork so I can finally assault the food. “And they will obey me.” “Doesn’t look like they care much anymore. I don’t see a whole lot of obeying going on.” She’s right, and I kind of wish she weren’t.