Novel & Cerita Sam Twilight Wolf

I grabbed the whiskey bottle again, tilting my head back to take another long, burning drink to quiet my pacing wolf. Suddenly, the heavy wooden office door swung open with a loud creak. Twyla walked into the room, her tight red dress rustling against her legs. The dark office instantly filled with a sickeningly sweet, fake floral perfume. The scent was so heavy that it barely covered the smell of her own nervous sweat. She looked around the darkness, her eyes wide with deep insecurity. “Torin, why are you sitting here alone in the dark? My father is downstairs with the Vanguard elders right now. They are all waiting to toast to our upcoming mating ceremony. You look like an absolute mess.”

I dropped down and shifted instantly, Alex surging forward with ease. Moments later, I spotted Elena’s wolf. And damn. She was gorgeous. Cream-colored with dark brown socks and rich brown markings along her back. I trotted over immediately and licked her face. She licked me back before rubbing against my side affectionately. Then Alpha Silas approached his daughters in wolf form. And honestly? The twin's Aunt wasn’t lying. They were practically his size. Maybe even slightly bigger. Luna Celeste approached too in her celestial wolf form, she is a glittering white wolf with a crescent moon over her eye outlined in shimmering black.

“Uh, yeah, sure. We’ll go with that. I’ve met a wolf. Before you say anything, he’s not a Vagas wolf. He’s a member of the new Twilight Wolves. They are a satellite pack of the McDonnell Pack. They aren’t connected to the old treaties, and their alpha just refused to sign a nonaggression treaty with the Vagas. Technically, they aren’t bound by the old treaties yet. They are technically not at peace with the Vagas Pack. Now here’s where it gets complicated. The Alpha took a wolf who was being harmed by the Vagas Pack from them and he intends to mate with her. Is she still a Vagas Wolf? If she is and she mates with the Twilight Alpha, do they fall under the old treaties then? Or does she escap

____ Twilight sat nervously, fidgeting with her fingers as she waited. Soon, the door opened, and a cop led her father into the space opposite her, separated by the transparent glass barrier between them. Christopher sat down, placing his cuffed hands on the table and leaning forward slightly. A scoff tore from his throat. "Who was that Alpha?" he asked. "I didn’t come here for that..." "Answer my fucking question!" he snapped, and Twilight’s jaw clenched. "He came out of nowhere, beat me up, and threw me into this jail. Since when did you start involving yourself in the werewolf world without my knowledge?"

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

"Turn? What are you saying?" "Ah, so that boyfriend you are with tonight is keeping you in the dark. Figures, since you are not marked. He must not be serious about you. Born wolf shifters may not continue forever, but science will ensure that they do." A small box in his hand revealed a syringe, filled with a glowing, blue liquid. "Now, let us not make this difficult," he said, voice soft but his eyes were reflective, the eyes of a wolf. They lunged at the same time; her towards the box and he towards her. She screamed when he grazed her arm, just out of reach. Using an old desk as a barrier, she managed to get behind it and hold an old candleholder out in front of her.

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

The wind felt refreshing across Twilight's snow-white fur as she ran along the pack's board line, occasionally stopping to walk instead. “You know, you are allowed to celebrate your birthday, right?” She heard Tis say. Tis was her sweet, lovable wolf but like any rose, she had her thorns. This was one of the things that made Tis and Twilight so similar. “Where are you going this?” Twilight asked. “I’m just saying that birthdays are super important and special, you know, because they mean you're a whole year closer to finding your mate. Just thinking about it makes me wanna jump around and annoy you to no end.”

Samantha A golden wolf walked up to me and spoke, "We need to return," and suddenly after it spoke, it turned to mist, and I was standing on the grounds of my pack settlement. On my left was a group of wolves led by a silver wolf. While on my right another group of wolves stood led by a bronze coloured wolf and a Silver wolf with bronze highlights. It was a standoff between both wolf groups. The environment was filled with burning houses and dead wolves. It was like a war zone. When I looked ahead, I saw my mother emerge from the smoke, she walked to me and changed to a silver wolf and spoke, "Selena Samantha Moonchild is time to return to your pack," Everything turned to mist.

I went down a steep hill and a small river came into view. I walked along it for a while until I found a rock that jutted out over the water, I sat down and looked down into it, my reflection baring staring back at me with the light of the full moon that filtered down through the trees. Could I be the Celestine Wolf? Why not Austin, he’s the first born after all, aren’t they supposed to be the special ones. My wolf, Amara, didn’t say much; I felt like other people’s wolves spoke to them more.