Shin Wolford And Sicily Novels & Stories

“I can serve you anything you like.” “I'll help myself,” I said, and Loreta handed me a cup, a spoon, and an ice cream scoop. “This is my dinner.” She laughed, and at that moment there was distant howling that made my skin crawl. “What was that?” I asked in disbelief. “Wolves,” Loreta said earnestly. “Long ago a breed known as the Sicilian wolf was written off as extinct. Apparently, they dibecome't go extinct, so they roam the forests of Sicily.”

The day Jane flaunted Gary's mark on her neck, parading around like a victor. I had slapped her. And they walked in right at that moment. Gary's wolf attacked mine, slamming her into the ground. My wolf's head spun. My mother jumped in and clawed me too. My father? He stood there. Watching. Silent. Judging. As if I deserved every blow. Jane clutched her chest and cried out that her wolf was in pain too. No one doubted her. They believed her every word. Mine meant nothing. My wolf had been devastated ever since. Silent. Empty.

It’s been over a year since the Sicilian pack war started, and my life changed forever. Well, not just my life but everyone’s changed after Icky Iggy and Shit Witch Melania launched their war. Nebrodi took the brunt, losing more than half of the pack in the massacre, including their ranked wolves and one of my mates.

Unfortunately, there would never be another chance for them to ask. *** "How could you possibly lose against two unarmed women!?" growled Linea as she received word from several prominent men reporting their fight with two people who had encroached on their territory. "Don't say you didn't recognize them!" "It looks like they got lost. They say so, Ms. Alonso. We tried to take them, but they fought back, and a wolf suddenly came and helped them. It seems it wasn't an ordinary wolf because it could fight ten of us," Linea's messenger man replied.

Vincent was holding a particular book he felt would contain the information he was looking for, his senses alert and ready for anything: fight or run. The man on the other hand, wearing a mockery pity all over him, smiled sadly and shook his head. Priests of the old religion are known to always use werewolves for sacrifice. It was never an easy task to capture a werewolf, but when the priests put their mark on one, they get summon it when they want. As this priest stood there, all he saw was a cornered lamb for sacrifice.

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

“Well?” “It seems we’ve detected the scent of another wolf towards our southern borders. Plus an abandoned camp at one of the caves down there. We don’t know if it’s one wolf or if he has a partner, but this proves that our captive lone wolf has definitely been lying about not working with anyone else.” “Either that or another wolf is making another attempt.” Lucille offered as an alternative explanation. Both those occurrences displeased me greatly. “How soon can we get him?” I asked, looking back at Archer.

"But you... you're meant for me. I can feel it. Don't you?" "No. I don't feel anything." Another sob broke her lips and she threw herself on David again. He wanted her off of him. She felt dirty and cheap. He tried to pull her arms off, but she wouldn't back away. "Please. We can try. We can. There has to be a way." "Angie?" A man walked into their circle. David looked over at him. He was the Alpha and David's mate was his Luna. That was the only reason a marked wolf would be at an event like this.

Gunnar frowned. “It’s not a myth. Darkness and Light, the original Alpha and Luna wolf spirits, have confirmed it. Long story short, they are ancient spirits that get reborn, and currently, my Zio Alec and his mate Crista are their hosts.” Zoe shook her head. “That’s… okay, freaky shit going on in Sicily.” I shook my head and took her hand. “It still doesn’t make any of this your fault.”

Wolves pressed against their human skins, their power clashing in waves that rattled the chandeliers above us. I stood at the head of the table, fists clenched, chest burning with the weight of their judgment. My wolf snarled inside me, restless, unsettled. The Sicilian Don rose, his movements slow, deliberate, every Alpha’s gaze snapping toward him. His hair was silver, his face lined by centuries of war, but his presence still carried the crushing gravity of a king. “You seek advice, Ace Andreev,” he rasped, his Italian lilt thick and rough. “But advice cannot resolve this. You claim two mates. One of our kind. One a Hunter.”