Shin Wolford And Sicily Novels & Stories

Xithara's POV I had been imprisoned for a week and during this time, I had been put through hell. The guard would come to whip and torture me everyday. Keith did the worst thing possible, he decided I didn't deserve to have a wolf so he took her away. They performed a ritual on me that not only hurt like hell but took away my wolf permanently so I wouldn't be able to rebel against their torture since I had been trained in combat.

I still don't understand why Hera was stopping me from intervening. "We should go," "No,!" She replied and I found myself nodding. "He's my mate," Ivy suddenly cried out. A resounding growl echoed around the house and before I could blink, a black, large wolf with white furs at the crown of his head walked out of the room. I held on to Hera as the wolf stared down at the both of us. "Fuck off, Liam" Hera yelled. "It's a fucking command, Prince" The wolf turned abruptly and ran off. I almost dropped to the floor because my legs had turned jelly.

People around us are getting bored with this friendly challenge as they want to see blood and they want to experience the wolf going to submission which is highly humiliation for some wolf but few feel proud to submit to the strong wolf as they dedicate their submission to the strong wolf. He shifted into his red wolf and gave me a wolfy grin before jumping on me. His wolf is bulky unlike his human lean form and I highly doubt that he has some alpha blood in him but still developing. I missed a few attacks and I saw his wolf surfacing as his eyes started to glow gold. And he launched at me and successfully clawed at my wounded side and blood seeped throw through my dress from reopening the w

When she finished, he was unconscious but breathing steadily. And completely free. "His wolf," someone whispered. "Look at his wolf." Thomas's spirit wolf materialized beside his unconscious form - something marked wolves couldn't do. It was scarred where the mark had been, but it was there. Whole. Free. The council erupted in discussion. Wendy swayed, the scars on her ribs burning. She'd pushed close to her limit but hadn't crossed it. Progress. "The trafficked children," Lord Harrison said urgently. "The ones marked for decades - their marks would be even more integrated."

How childish. “Look closely!” Noir went up and shouted coldly, “Standing before you is the Wolf King of Florence! The emperor has given the order. The Wolf King is a hero of generations. Seeing the Wolf King is like seeing the emperor. You must be tired of living if you dare to block the Wolf King’s way.” Unexpectedly, the captain raised his nose in a sneer, saying arrogantly, “Sorry, but the Angel Legion only follows the orders of our commander. Anyone else...”

Sebastian watched each council elder carefully; it couldn't ruled out that one of them was working with Sienna or his parents. “I was attacked yesterday at my office by wolves from the Black Moon pack” He disclosed. Murmuring immediately broke out among the council elders, the fact that something like that could happen in the Night Walker pack unbelievable. “How was that possible?! Your Beta must be sanctioned!” “There is no need for that; I believe it was a coordinated attack by some people in this pack” “Are you trying to say someone in our pack dared to…” one of the council elders, elder Gerald, trailed off.

"Surely they had traitors." "Did you?" I ask Nira. She nods. "For someone to leave the pack, they had to fight Amira or Tavin, her trainer. No one wanted that. The ones who attempted to leave without permission were dealt with." She fidgets with her fingers nervously. She might have been close to the former alpha but she doesn't do well with me. "Who is the closest to the she wolf?" I ask. "Tavin Brooks or Iyla Banks." She says quickly.

It is listening. Behind us, branches snap. One of the werewolves, Dax, and the female mercenary, Liora, are arguing about direction. Therin’s voice joins in, smooth and mocking. Elyra glides ahead, muttering something that might be a spell. The she-wolf, Renna, keeps close to the witch’s shadow, and the older wolf, Corran, trails her protectively. The rest scatter into fog. “Just a tip,” the Herald’s voice booms from nowhere. “The forest feeds on loneliness!”

These weren’t rogues; their movements were too disciplined, their auras too strong, radiating the authority of pack wolves. “Damn it,” Silvia cursed under her breath as they surrounded us, at least ten of them, maybe more lurking out of sight. From the corner of my eye, I saw our girls forming a tight line, their bodies tense, waiting for Silvia’s command. One of the wolves shifted into human form, and my stomach dropped. I recognized him instantly—a warrior from Silver Fang, though I didn’t know his name. His grin was smug, his voice dripping with arrogance as he spoke. “We don’t want to kill you all,” he said, his eyes locked on me. “We want Ashley. Hand yourself over, and we’ll let your r

he said. My heart skipped a beat and I just wanted to agree to the plan when I noticed movement at the docks. A boat came to the dock, and I could hear the Irish accents of the men on it. As soon as the boat anchored cars drove to the dock and started loading boxes into the boat. The captain of the ship went to one of the cars and shook hands with a tall, slim man. I squeezed my eyes to look better at the man and saw that he had a big scar on his left cheek. “Who is that?” I asked. Shadow growled softly, “That is Alpha Carlos. His wolf’s name is Scar and I don’t have to tell you why.”