Novel & Cerita Son Of The Wolf

Even if this Alpha was disrespectful and didn’t understand my strength I would deal with it to get the information I needed. Clayton looked at me before disclosing, “ You know very well from what that dick at the meeting said that she is part Hunter. Have the balls to say it. Her father was a Hunter who got mated to a werewolf. Upon learning that werewolves aren’t evil he left the Order to be with Nova’s mother. He even tried to join her mother’s pack but they refused due to what he was. They ended up choosing to both be rogues instead of rejecting one another.

So I actually had a wolf but it didn’t awaken because of my father? That man was more cruel than I ever thought. “I’ll tell you everything you need to know. Call me when you’re free.” As the call ended, I turned to Lucien, my eyes glistened with tears. But it wasn’t because I was sad, it was tears of joy. “I’m not actually cursed, I have a wolf.” He nodded. “Yeah…you were never cursed. You’re too amazing to be cursed. Your father was just an asshole.” He said, his voice comforting. “Come here.”

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."

It overturned, sending the glass decanter crashing into the wall. The wolf watched as man and beast struggled with each other. Father was agile for his age; years of training kept him strong. He slid between Magnus’ legs, reaching for his firearm as he moved. But the Lycan was more powerful and fueled by supernatural rage. He pinned my father to the floor, snarling and snapping powerful jaws inches from father’s face.

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.

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.

His Alpha eyes glow blood-red as he steps down into the arena, one slow footstep at a time. He marches up to me, fury written in every line of his face. “What the hell are you, Alyssa?!” he growls. “I don’t know!” I scream, shrinking back. “I don’t—I don’t know!” “You tried to kill my daughter! Why?!” “I didn’t!” I hiss, chest heaving. He turns to the council. His voice is low now, almost a whisper, but louder than a shout. “There have been legends… of a wolf that can transform fully. Of one who cannot be killed by a shuck’s venom. A wolf who would lead us all.”