Sonic The Werehog And Amy The Werehog Novels & Stories

“It used Alpha voice to immobilize us, but it didn’t work as well on me as it did Dad.” “That’s because you’re half Alpha,” Victor said. “It wouldn’t have the same effect on you as it did Mr. Gray.” Victor was trying to keep Amy calm, but I knew that these wolves who were breaking our most important laws were making him angry. “Anyhow, I was so scared when I saw there were two of them, growling and snapping their teeth. I screamed and tried to run for help. But one wolf charged me and knocked me to the floor.”

The baby could survive, but a few more days would be better. Amy looked at me, concerned, and then held her hand up to stop me. “Go see what’s happening out there,” Charlotte said to Amy. “Not on your life,” she said, donning her fighting stance that I recognized. A second later, several werewolves and vampires that I didn’t recognize rushed into the room. Amy fought the werewolves, taking their heads off and ripping out their hearts. Each changed into their human forms before their bodies hit the floor. “What are you doing? They’re ours!” Charlotte yelled over to Amy, as she ripped the hearts out of two vampires at the same time, bursting into flames.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Amy is a hybrid, and a daughter of the Alpha King. Lately her abilities have been more wolfish than witchy, most likely because she’s getting closer to puberty. I’m afraid that after her first blood moon, she’ll shift as well and with the power of an alpha wolf mixed with that of a high-born witch, she’ll have too much power to contain in one body. And then there will be no place for her in Haven.

“Too bad. I was hoping we could still be buddies after this. I didn’t realize you’re trying to make a new enemy out of me.” Before I could react, Amy lunged at me with surprising speed, her fangs bared in a menacing grin. I barely managed to sidestep her first attack, feeling the sharp gust of air as her hand swiped past me. The adrenaline kicked in, and I quickly regained my footing, ready to defend myself. I dodged her grasp and swung my fist, catching her off guard. She staggered but quickly recovered, retaliating with a swift kick that I barely evaded.

"Honey, what about Henry Letito?" Amy replied impatiently, "Who cares about him? He's just a pathetic coward. After I get the money, I'll squeeze more out of him, then leave East Coast for good..." Suddenly, a child's sharp cry came through, and the man blurted out, “My son..." As the recording played, Amy stood frozen in shock. When she heard the child's cry, she snapped back to reality. Before the man in the recording continued, she lunged at Sarah, trying to grab the phone.

Amy hit the ground hard, blood trickling from her mouth, still not understanding what she'd done wrong. "Cora, why did you hit me? I was trying to help..." Her words were cut off as a wave of pure, undiluted Alpha power slammed into her, and she screamed as her bones cracked, shifting uncontrollably into a wretched half-wolf form. She trembled violently, her eyes rolling back in her head as foam frothed at her lips. "Drag her out." Ronan spoke only three words. Two royal guards immediately stepped forward, dragging the half-crazed Amy away like a sack of trash.

Emma said. “Hi Andrea, you’re welcome to Blood moon pack.” A cute boy spoke, and I blushed more. “T…thanks.” I managed to say. Pathetic. “Alright let’s eat, I’m hungry.” Any rubbed her tummy with a frown and everyone laughed. “You’re always hungry, Amy, I wonder what’s in that tummy of yours.” Another boy added and Amy threw a piece of meat at him. “I’m a werewolf, Tyson and a werewolf eat a lot.” Amy growled.

I kissed her cheek and said, “Well done, my little Lion. Well done.” Amy instantly pouted, making her best fierce face, and raised her small hands like claws. She did not like being called a lion she insisted she was a strong wolf, like her daddy. “Yes, yes,” I laughed. “You are a big, bad wolf like Daddy.” Amy grinned, her eyes sparkling. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Ace leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. “Do you two have jobs,or are you just professional goofballs now?”

Agent Hernandez whispered to Amy as if he was a doctor. “I was inside a game,” Amy uttered her question through her weak voice, trying to remember. She stared at Agent Hernandez with some light returning to her. “I remember you. You’re my colleague and you’re not human. I make fun of you, calling you my little Astro Boy.” Amy smiled a little as she ran her slender fingers across Agent Hernandez’s chin.

My skin prickles, my claws scrape the ground, and every instinct in me screams that nothing will ever be the same. Wolves scream. Not in unison. Not in anger. In terror, confusion, shock. The sound presses into my chest. Each cry hits like a hammer, a drumbeat echoing in my ribs. Some fall mid-step. Some leap too early and twist into unseen obstacles. Every one of them a thread tearing, a life unraveling. I hear it. Every break. Every snap. Every desperate gasp. Amy roars. She does not wait for me to act. She moves faster than thought, a blur of shadow and teeth. And in the instant she loses even a fraction of control, the consequences are devastating. Half a breath. That’s all it took to tu