Smelly Wolf Lyrics Novels & Stories

A dead wolf. I clasp and my hands fly towards my mouth. I mind link, James. “SOS” “Where are you?” “I don’t know, near a lake?” “Okay, I’ll be there in 20” The mind link closes and I walk closer to see if I can see who’s wolf it is. The scent is horrible and I lift my t-shirt covering my nose while I look around. I really can’t recognize the wolf, so I keep looking around for clues when I am hit by the most beautiful scent ever. I turn my gaze to see his dark blue eyes focused on mine.

"Please stop doing that its embarrassing" I say slapping my hands on my face in the back of my Wolf's head . The large gray wolfs runs over to my wolf sniffing her tail and they both chase each other around playing by the water fall same waterfall I slipped down from . "What are you doing you horny thing,stop embarrassing yourself like that ",I scream at the back of my wolfs head .

I don’t even deserve to live in the packhouse. These lyrics of hate made me realize now more than ever why we need the voices of our wolf counterparts with us. She would have knocked some sense into me and though people might not talk about it much, wolves are very sensitive and impulsive creatures. “You are useless and your mate will never love you! He’ll abandon you or make you his omega slave instead! You’ll never be saved! You’ll never be freed! The only freedom you’ll get is death!” I could feel this thing getting closer, the chill nearing, the fear paralyzing and rising in my blood. My knowledge couldn’t save me here.

Lady Soleil is still inside the female washroom. Fuck! ‘I have an unfavorable feeling about it,’ My wolf said, using his sixth sense. * #TBC

He could swear her face relaxed. She looked around and her wolf was gone! She spun around and around, looking all over the meadow but he was no where to be found! What would she do without him? And then she saw him, bounding across the meadow towards her. She ran to meet him half way and fell to the ground, hugging him fiercely around the neck. "Where have you been? I was so scared while you were gone. Don't leave me, please don't leave me ever again." She rubbed her face in his furry neck, loving his musky smell. Could someone love a wolf? Why not.

The booze and wolf stink hit me in waves. I cannot connect with my wolf now. If he recognized me… it’d be bad. So bad. I kept my voice steady, “Sorry… I can’t see.” He grinned like I’d handed him a golden ticket. “Oh, really? A little blind girl, huh?” He leaned closer, sniffing me like a predator. “Heh… cute face. Smells familiar… smells good. Wonder if you feel as good as you smell.” I took a step back. “I'm sorry. Leave me alone please.”

My body was neigh vibrating, my wolf growling loudly within me. “I will never be family with filthy blood suckers like you!” Anger sparked in his gaze, his expression tightening. “You should mind your words.” he gritted lowly but I was past caring. I didn’t care about all the eyes on me or the fact that everyone could probably hear. I screamed my piece at him. “I hate you! I hate all of you spineless creeps! I would drive a stake through every single one of your vicious little hearts just so the world was rid of your blood lusting stench! You fucking monster!”

The smell of cheap beer and grease usually kept my senses dull, but then the door opened. A scent hit me. It wasn't just good. It was a biological wrecking ball. Jasmine, rain, and the unmistakable, heartbreaking scent of a female wolf in distress. I turned my head slowly. She was small, drenched in some kind of sticky liquid, and her eyes were so swollen from crying she could barely see. She looked like she’d been through a war. Mine, my wolf hissed, the word vibrating in my marrow. No, I told him, gripping the edge of the bar until the wood groaned. We don’t do this. Not to a civilian.

"Proe u yy stro qui o d mon, le the co bu tea the lim a cru the ru d grou. Ta the ba ru whe the belo, the no o dis eath, the do below." A few that were approaching them screamed and screeched and became a pile of dust. As I observed my surroundings I realised that it was time to let the beast out. I ripped off my skin releasing my wolf. My eyes turned ice blue as I howled at the moon, sending a message to all the alphas to join me outside. My wolf looked at the witch, staring deep into her eyes feeling dominant whist Simba waited for backup. A swarm of wolves came out from the packhouse and waited behind me, ready for some action. They were all growling with their fronts lowered down, ready

Her burnt teeth were now stained red. "Þú ert ekki það sem þú varst áður," she continued, her voice rough. "Þú ert veik núna, og ég get lyktað það. Vissulega getur lyktin sem þú ert að nota til að dulbúast sem úlfur ekki blekkt mig." ("You aren't what you used to be. You're weak now, and I can smell it. Certainly, the stench you're using to masquerade as a wolf can't fool me.")