Novelas y relatos de Scott Mccall Wolf

"I do not give a damn what pond your wolf drinks from, boy. Nightfang Pack? Never heard of that garbage bloodline. Now, step back into the brush. We want the Crescent Ridge land and this lovely she-wolf, not your ugly snout." Insulted before the whole room, Scott's temper explodes. "You rogue scum! You are asking for a death hunt now!" He dramatically pulls Malia behind his back, trying to play the heroic Alpha protector. "Do not let your wolf fear them, Malia. My claws will handle this mess."

The Ceremony Hall gleamed. Marble floors reflected cold white light. Kaelan stood on the dais, the wolf fang ring clutched in his palm—the symbol of the mating ceremony. His gaze fixed on the closed hall doors. His frown deepened by the second. "Alpha." Beckett's voice came quiet at his side. "It's time." Kaelan didn't move. Just tightened his grip on the ring. "Wait." Murmurs rippled through the Pack members gathered below. Another half hour bled away. Beckett turned and walked toward the doors. He'd barely reached them when the hall swung open from outside.

My wolf is alert and just beneath the surface. The meeting point was an abandoned gas station outside the city. Perfect for an ambush, terrible for peace talks. But I knew the man who stood waiting. Tall. Scar over his brow. Yellow eyes that hadn’t dulled with time. “Grim,” I muttered. He smiled. “Kelvin. Still alive.” “Barely. What are you doing here?” “We come in peace.” “Who’s ‘we’?” Grim stepped aside. Four wolves stood behind him. None shifted. None growled.

It had saved us, fought with an unmatched ferocity to buy us time, and yet, Scott’s words echoed in my ears: “Do we know it won’t turn on us next?” “It won’t,” I repeated, my voice firmer than I felt. “There’s something… familiar about it.” My gaze flickered back to the fallen wolf, a strange sense of connection tugging at the edges of my memory. “Familiar?” Scott scoffed. “All I see is a wounded beast. We should be grateful it’s not us lying there.” His pragmatism was a stark contrast to the rising tide of urgency within me. The wolf needed help, and the longer it lay there bleeding, the worse its chances of survival.

Her eyes burned with hatred as she stared me down. Alpha Rowan raised a hand to silence them both. “Lea will face anyone who challenges her.” He declared. “One after another,until she can't stand or until she submits.” My eyes widened in shock,the blood drained from my face. This wasn't a test. It was a death sentence. A burly wolf named Marcus stepped forward. His smirk was as cruel as his strokes,but something has awakened in me since my transformation. My wolf stirred beneath my skin,and even though I couldn't shift. I felt her strength coursing through me.

I made the orders clear, she’s allowed no phone calls and no contact with anyone besides me or Will. “Why the hell would you shut me up?” “I know who did this. Have you people ever heard of the Barnyard wolves?” Scotty was the only one who nodded. “Four years ago I was attacked on my way to a meeting. The men I’d caught had called themselves the barnyard wolves. A bunch of poor runts from one of the smaller packs no one gives a crap about.”

Anybody who was prepared to compromise my mate, would be destroyed on the spot. “They are here,” Blake said as I had been lost in my thoughts of how to rescue Amelie without hurting her further. I turned and met the steel blue eyes of an Alpha wolf slightly taller than. He nodded to me, “Alpha Matt, I am Alpha Will – Director of the Wolf Council,” he said as he shook my hand.

Overall, it seemed like most of my weekends would be lonely until we had sorted this Marco issue out and cleared Hunter's name so I could spend those weekends in Hunter's home too. Gavin came to pick me up, and we headed to the venue together. Everyone was present, including McCain this time. "Thank you for attending , Wilde," Marco greeted me, and I returned the curtsey. "McCain's pack was attacked three nights ago by a couple of hunters," Marco said, and McCain nodded. "What did they want?" Gavin asked him. "They claimed I was doing some shady stuff that violates the treaty rules. They trashed my place and injured a lot of my wolves in the process." He said, and I looked at him.

He raised an eyebrow at me and I shrugged swallowing. “I don’t know what to think of it that’s why I was excited to see Lily but all she wanted to do was run off back to Kyle and told me I was over thinking it and he just wanted to be friends.” I said begging the butterflies to go away so I could finish the chocolate cake. “Well if you feel a connection with him he might feel one with you. Wolves are very turned into our feelings especially ones over 18.” He said as he finished his cake and eyed the half I hadn’t finished yet.

Without thinking about his actions he held her hand tight and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tight as she finally cried. “Do- Domi-nic Hale’s grandfather was a hunter.” Skye started while hiccupping and sobbing, whilst clutching onto the Alpha and Hakan felt his whole body freeze and his blood run cold when he heard the words following her sentence, “a Legacy Wolf hunter.”