Shin Wolford And Sicily Novels & Stories

she gestured to the younger woman. “Helda,” the younger woman said in a lighter tone. From the looks of it, Seraphina was going to be the one doing the whole talking. “Welcome to the Solstice clam.” “Thank you. We have come here to talk, and I’m sure you can assume why we’re here,” Seraphina said. I connected the dots, “It’s because of the sacred wolf.” Seraphina smiled, “You’re very bright.” I scoffed at her.

I questioned my wolf as I searched through the shelves of the closet. Opal growled sourly and explained, “Because one, he knew Ian was on his deathbed bed, and he had a contract already written up so he was no concern; the second is because he was going to trade you for the Howler Claw pack lands because you're a Sigma and worth the land Kirill owns.” “Can't I just unify the packs and take him out,” I questioned her. “Yes, but now that you're also an Alpha Sigma, you're a much more valuable commodity. A Sigma Wolf can unify, but an Alpha Sigma can unify and rule much more,” she said softly, and I furrowed my brow.

A sudden dread pooled in my stomach. ​“Look at the sky, Silas,” the shadow whispered. “Look at what your pride has done.” ​I looked up, but before I could process the swirling indigo clouds, the ground began to shake. Not with the vibration of the Forge, but with the heavy, rhythmic thud of something approaching from the perimeter. Something large, fast, and fueled by a very different kind of fury. I looked toward the edge of the Scrapyard and saw a massive silhouette cresting the ridge. It was a wolf, larger than any I had ever seen, its fur shimmering with a silver white frost that defied the warmth of the West. It was not a Harvester. It was the Alpha of the North, and he was coming for m

I may have been following the scent of black orchid, jasmine, and rich vanilla when I ran into him, but I knew when I looked up and saw the giant towering over me. I knew in an instant who it must be. Because under the tantalizing aroma of the mate smell was the scent of a Madonie wolf. And there is only one giant in all of Sicily, Ivan Furlan. I haven’t seen him in years. The last time I saw him was when my cousin had his Alpha ceremony here. We danced. Or rather, he stood there like a statue while Delilah, Suzie, and I danced around him like a maypole.

I should head back to the pack and wait for my new master. As I turned to head back to where I came from, I came face to face with a giant wolf with burning yellow eyes. It bared its fangs at me and let out a menacing growl. I screamed out of fear and Joy, my wolf, whimpered in fear. I took a few steps back and stepped on a thorny twig; it pierced right into my foot, and I cried out in pain. Now, I cannot run. The wolf was bigger than me and bigger than Joy. I could not shift because my wolf was weak from all the wolfsbane, Madam Theresa, and her daughter Erika injected in me each time I made a mistake. I hardly shift these days and could barely feel my wolf.

Zyric Fenwolf appeared in the stone doorway, his shadow trembling as he spoke with extreme caution. It had only been three days since Zyric received fifty brutal lashes at the punishment post for losing track of the Luna; his back was still a lattice of torn flesh, and his face was pale as chalk. Vickon opened his eyes, the glacial crimson within them cold enough to freeze the blood in a warrior's veins. "Speak before I rip your throat out." Zyric hesitated, his golden wolf eyes dropping to the flagstones. "It is about Sorelle Mistfang. How shall the pack handle her treason?"

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.”

I sighed, I needed to make a decision, but that wasn’t one I was planning to make immediately. Fortunately, the leader of the Sierra team (inventively named because they were my stealth specialists) answered within a couple of rings. “Ophelia, good evening.” Lyla was only young for a wolf, at just 117. Despite that, she was easily the best stealth operative I’d ever met. “I realise you’re in the middle of an investigation, Lyla, but I need all of your team at HQ as quickly as you can all get here.” “The whole team, alpha?”

I have never seen this wolf before in my life but I have a strong feeling that he doesn’t belong here. “Hello?” I shakily said and at the same time, i kept taking a step back, away from the huge shadowy creature. The sky is still dark and the sun has just started to rise. It’s too dark to see the dark figure clearly. From the silhouette, i could see how big this wolf is. “Who are you?” Before I realize it, the wolf takes a step closer to me. He is still far, but he could reach and attack me in just a second.

They must have fallen to the madness of living without a pack to think that I would let them get to Oliver. I knocked him to the side, and we both crashed into the Earth, sliding along the dirt and sending it flying several feet behind us. The wolf clawed at me, trying to get free, but I made quick work of ripping his throat out, letting him fall limp. My head lifted with a growl as I stood over my prey, but I cut short when I realized it was the Shadow Pack. Scarlett tilted her head at me, and I backed away. The feral side of me was something that I had not experienced before, but I felt ready to attack anyone who got too close to me.