The Daughter Of The Wolf Executor Novels & Stories

Dad folded at the knees and clutched what was left of me, howling. He couldn't deny it anymore. This was his daughter, locked in by his command and tortured to death. Then, his control snapped. His wolf took over, and he went for the nearest throats. It took ten enforcers and a volley of wolfsbane darts to bring him down. ... They didn't haul Dad to a precinct. They took him to the Werewolf Sanctuary. Only the gravest offenses were tried there. Three elders sat in a circle around the Mirror of Truth, a relic that showed what actually happened.

The voice of the hooded figure rang out , sounding more like a statement than a question “No- I….I , we tried, she got away and she died, I am sure she died, we left her to die, she could not have survived “ the man cried out “The daughter of the White wolf high king and the latent red wolf witch could not have survived? Do you hear yourself? You failed and you cannot even admit to failing a task as simple as killing a child and you let me believe for years that you had gotten rid of her as I had asked you to!!”

“She killed one of ours. She tried to kidnap your son. No matter what her motives were, or what Deimos will grow up to be one day, that’s an automatic death sentence.” I don’t want to do it, but I know he’s right. She could come back, try again, and who knows, maybe this time it’s Maya who dies. “You’ll be executed at sunrise,” I tell the filthy wolf. She straightens her back and juts out her chin in defiance. “Of course that’s your decision. That’s what always happens to wolves like me.” “No. That’s what happens to wolves that murder my tribe members and kidnap my son.”

**** KNOX- NEXKOX elder ADRASTEIA INVISIBILITY AKANTHA _STRENGTH ARNOLDO_MOVE FAST BALDOVINO_TELEPATHY DOMENICO_LITTLE Edmondo _PLANTER That was my list of the youngest and most powerful wolves in my clan, along with a special order for them. The order is that they don't need to win the battle; all they have to do is kill the daughter of a sinner. Whoever accomplishes this task will be rewarded greatly and become a new descendant of mine. "Grandfather Lyca is a good person. You don't have to do that. Remember, Ella's death is your fault, not Lyca's." "The hell do I care, Eyolf! If you don't want to join this battle, then don't! I don't want a coward as my heir."

He gave both of us a stern look, and we both nodded, with me knowing exactly why he gave me the task of killing their alpha. Everyone at the table knew how important it was for me to kill him, and I’m glad none of them objected. At least they gave me the impression that they respected my father’s memories and were okay with letting the 19-year-old female successor of the Hawthorne family have the pleasure of killing the alpha of the largest pack in the world.

I broke it carefully. The letter was written by an elegant hand. The ink shined faintly, as if gauging refusing to age. “To the House of Icewood, by blood and covenant bound, The pact stands. The daughter shall live, hidden among wolves, until the blood calls her home. Fail this, and Icewood shall fall beneath its own frost.” I read it twice, each word sinking into me like a blade turned slow. The daughter — Hidden among wolves. For a moment i could almost hear my father’s voice again; low, hungry, filled with the same greed that had driven him to betray his own mate. Was this why he’d tried to kill my mother? Because she had found out?

“And the youngest daughter? Where was she in all of this?” “She tried to flee and hide in her room when we arrived at the packhouse. She was executed in her bedroom before she could barricade the door from our warriors.” I nodded. Who could the blessed wolf be? Only the Henry family would have had the blessed genes to produce the special wolf. Even then, it could only have been the Luna to have born the pup, so it couldn’t have been that Marcus had yet another bastard running around out there. It would have been Luna Ava who had the pup, and she wouldn’t have been able to keep that a secret for long.

"A dormant wolf is a parasite, Zora. I’ve spent two decades feeding a girl who gave nothing back to the pack. No shift, no power, no prestige. Tonight, I’m finally getting a return on my investment. At least try to look like you’re worth a billion, or I’ll personally ensure the Council sends you to a labor colony in the salt mines instead of a billionaire's penthouse." I wanted to spit in his face. I wanted the Void—that cold, hungry darkness that had been whispering in my marrow since the day my mother disappeared—to explode and swallow the entire cathedral. I remembered being six years old, hiding in the crawlspace of our Lagos estate while my father roared at the servants, his Alpha aura

Her hair spills across the pillow, tangled from the night, and her brows twitch just slightly as if she’s dreaming something she’s trying to wake up from. I brush her hood back, fingers barely grazing her temple. No bruises. No injuries. Good. I step back, my breath catching. How did it come to this? This girl, this werewolf, the daughter of the king I swore I’d destroy, unconscious in the one place I once called safe. The cabin where my mother used to read by candlelight, where Thorne taught me how to catch fish, where the world was still whole. And now she’s here. I sink into the old chair by the wall, eyes never leaving her.

Then another one. And another one. A whole chain of them set off, echoing in every direction. Each sounding as young as Lila’s had. My daughter’s growl intensified as she stepped forward. I grasped Emma and Aria behind me as I fought for breath, unable to process what my daughter was doing. Unable to face the reality where I was of no help to her. But as she stepped closer and closer to the massive, grey wolf, past the humans in front of me glancing in terror between the two wolves facing off, her steps grew louder, in stereo. I didn’t understand what I was hearing until the other wolves came into view.