Scarlet And Wolf Novels & Stories

Scarlett: I looked around the room, scanning my surroundings as I tried to familiarize myself with the area. My back stung as I clenched my fists on the edge of the bed, focusing on the target that I needed to do. My wolf, who was usually quiet, tamed, and under control, whimpered, disagreeing with me for the first time. My heart throbbed for her, the lone broken wolf who was forced to survive in the shadows for us to stay safe.

She knew Sienna was shady anyway, I focused my rage on the meat to spare her pretty face. Werewolves? What the fuck! The only thing I heard about was Lycans and that Supreme Alpha. "The Supreme Alpha's return made quite an uproar but not as much as the sacrifice that survived." She took a pause, "Paint me surprised when I took a close look at the scratch marks and your insatiable hunger—" Before she could spout another word, I interrupted her, "What are you?" "A witch." Somehow I don't doubt that.

What is her gift? - We, by virtue of nature, cannot freely communicate with animals, they are afraid of us, - she began to explain, - and werewolves with such a gift not only approach any animals calmly, but also feel their life streams. For example, you can say that your head hurts, show where it hurts, and werewolves with such a gift feel it. They are excellent veterinarians and are highly valued at our fur farms. In our flock, sable, arctic fox, marten, ermine are bred. A very profitable business. I still don't get what's wrong? A wonderful gift, - but I thought to myself that I don’t have a gift at all.

Shortly after gathering themselves in the small, wooden wolves cart, Scar had tried to talk to Damon to let her see her family , but he dismissed her outright, stating that he was too occupied with his planning to chat or entertain her. She'd simmered with silent fury at the notion of needing to be entertained. Scar wasn't a child or a dog, she was too sad as she watched them leave . Not long after few wolves came behind her with Helen leading them. They were in close quarters, only an arm's length apart, and yet it felt as though an ocean spanned between them. " seize her." Helen instructed the wolves she came with who immediately lifted Scar " please don't hurt me ."

I was sitting on a bench placed at the front of the house dreaming and hoping that one day, I would finally meet my mate although, it seems like a hopeless dream as I am still unmated at the age of 18. My name is Scarlett Watson, and I am an Omega werewolf. I am an orphan who lost my parents at the age of 5 after our pack was attacked. I am being taken care of by the whole park as my parents were known for being responsible and useful to the park while they were alive. Even though they were Omegas, they still proved themselves worthy.

A female behind them chuckles, and I can’t hide the joy. Thank God, the school bell doesn’t ring yet.. We love to enjoy this scene more. Scarlet meet eyes with me and quickly take it off. This time, I didn’t see anger in her eyes.. What I see is desire.. She looks scared to accept it, that she also wants me too. My wolf, told me how they reacted to the intense stare yesterday. We knew it did affect her and her wolf. And now that we know J is Scarlet, we know why she is scared.

“While they see disaster, I see potential. I am Alpha Xareth Morryn. Alpha of Crimson Dusk.” Crimson Dusk. Rhydan had spoken of them once, a twilight-born pack, bound by blood magic and dark legacies. “Come with me,” he offered, extending his hand. “Let me take everything from those who cast you aside.” I don’t know why my hand rose to meet his, why my fingers curled into his palm. But they did, and in that moment, I felt my wolf stirring. For the first time, she awakened but she didn’t emerge. Something held her back.

“We don't know who these wolves are but their scents have been masked, my Lord. Something is not right.” My knees felt weak all of a sudden. I can't believe they just killed the two most important people to me in the pack. I got furious and transformed into my wolf. “I got a scent, follow me,” I charged onward. I trailed the scent and it led me to the back of one of the wolf quarters and there I saw Reagan, Cole's son, feeding on one of the Omegas. “So it's you!?” I shouted at me. He laughed mockingly. “Yes, its me. You started this and you won't be able to end it. My people shall war against your pack for eternity.”

Just get rid of everything that was so pressing and getting on your nerves. Which is what I did. White Porsche Cayenne Vadim again flaunted his greatness, and beckoning to a further plan of action. The only thing I did not take into account was two hefty mules who stepped out of the darkness and blocked my path. With a height of at least two meters, and in the shoulders no worse than Rinat, the werewolves demonstrated by their very appearance that it was better not to mess with them. The familiar cut of black formal suits over white shirts, as well as the fact that I saw them for the first time, made it clear that they were Yang's people. Both are black-eyed and dark-haired. Black wolves.

The sky was full of shadows as the moon hid behind an ocean of clouds. There was no end or beginning to them. It didn't take long for me (and Brendon) to catch up with the pack. Our speed seemed to match as I remembered, I was one of the fastest wolves around. Brendon- an alpha was barely able to catch my tail as he followed. The pack was huge, but I had a feeling we were still outnumbered compared to Blacktail's pack. In size, Blacktail Growlers and the Everfur Howlers were massive packs. Our pack was just a few hundred heads short compared to them. It's funny to think that The Scarlet Knightwalkers was once two seperate packs. They must have been strong to be so few. And, then they took on