Son Of The Wolf Mga Nobela at Kwento

A beast that never should be here. “Rognac…?” Another Fauntleroy. Another abomination of a beast. But one that can never redeem himself and is a completely crazy bastard. Rognac sneered, and he looked as if ridiculously grinning at him. Flavian, with an aching body, slowly gets up and backs away from the wolf. His heart hammered in his heart, overwhelmed with fear and shock and more. The silver-eyed wolf was a cousin to the Fauntleroy brothers, the son of their Uncle.

He had tears in his eyes as he looked up at his father who he had disowned and left. Torrance bent down and looked his son in the eyes for the first time in almost a year. He felt the bond between them that they had lost so long ago. He tried to hold back his own tears but couldn't. "Son what happened to you?" He gently stroked his son's face. "When the Dire Wolf Gene was reversed, we all realized what had happened to us, what we'd become. Paul knew we were horrified. He turned on us." Asa turned to the opening. "Will, come out, they won't hurt you."

From the moment he sat down, wincing but with a twinkle in his eye, I knew he was different. "That looks pretty bad," I had said to him, examining his injury. "How did you manage to get wounded like this?" He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that seemed to fill the room. "Territory disputes. Never a dull moment being an Alpha's heir." I didn't respond, so he kept speaking. "I am the son of Alpha Johnson of the Dark Moon Pack."

They demanded action from their king, and it was duty to serve them. “I will do everything in my power to get your pups back, but I need your help. I can’t be everywhere. Have your scouts report to my commander and his captains. We need to follow every lead.” I couldn’t afford to let this escalate. If these attacks continued, I would have a full scale war on my hands. Maybe that is what Saul was aiming for. The werewolves would retaliate against humans to get their offspring back and our existence would no longer be a secret. The longer I thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. He wanted to expose us. “I want my son back, my king. If I must burn the world down to get him, I will!” Th

I kept reading until I came across the name Harvey Bloodclaw. The name resonated in my mind like a dissonant note in a symphony of secrets and mysteries that surrounded the wolf packs. “So, he was the son of the former Alpha Walker,” I murmured to myself, running my hand over my tired eyes. “He didn't seem like a good father to me.”

Ronnie’s voice was barely a whisper and then I felt my father lose control. “Who?” His voice was pure darkness front he depths of hell. His fist slammed into the desk, creaking the thick wood, and I looked up to find my father’s wolf looking back at me. “Who hurt you, my pup? Who killed my grand pup?” Loki’s voice was deeper than I had ever heard and his eyes promised retribution. “Brandon, the alpha’s son.” I whispered the final piece and everything seemed to click. The air rushed back in and my father’s wolf shifted into his black form. I screamed and Ronnie dove in front of the door.

Some quiet. “I don’t expect you to trust me,” Dren continued. “I don’t trust me either. But I’m here. I’m working. If I betray you, kill me. But don’t kill the pack because you’re scared of me.” Silence. Heavy, uncomfortable silence. Then an old wolf, one of the ones who’d fought in the last war, stepped forward. He looked at Dren for a long time. “My son died at the border,” the old wolf said. “River Claw blade. I hate them. All of them. But…” He sighed. “But if we become them, he died for nothing.”

Ryder announces proudly, holding our son up to show everyone. The pack members erupt into cheers and applause, their excitement palpable in the air. The joyous atmosphere fills my heart with an overwhelming sense of love and accomplishment. Through tear-filled eyes, I gaze at the tiny, delicate form in Ryder's arms. My son. Our son. He is a perfect blend of both of us, a testament to our love and the strength of our pack. "Would you look at that? You created a beautiful creature. He must've got his looks from his daddy," my wolf comments.

While my father’s Beta wolf angrily growled at me, I heard my fugly enemy with a capital FUG, getting scolded by his Alpha father. “I WILL BANISH YOU MYSELF, XAYDEN ADLER IF I FIND YOU FIGHTING WITH MY BETA’S SON AGAIN !!” I heard Alpha Christopher Adler also sweetly known as Alpha Chris growl, as he himself pinned down his son’s 13-year-old wolf in mere human form only. From the corner of my eye, I could see my arch enemy’s neck bleed profusely and although Dad’s wolf caught me by my neck between his teeth, I secretly felt happy about injuring the Alpha heir.

As tension thickened in the air, my father's expression hardened as he prepared to accept the king's offer, resigned to our fate under the oppressive thumb of Twilight Ridge. But before he could utter a word, Smithson's voice cut through the silence with a venomous remark directed at me, his tone dripping with disdain as he sneered, “And what use is a weakling like her? She is nothing but a burden to your pack, a stain on your legacy.” The insult was like a spark igniting a powder keg, triggering a primal instinct deep within my father's soul. With a guttural growl, he began to transform, his body contorting and shifting until he stood before us in his magnificent wolf form.