The Daughter Of The Wolf Executor นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A big black wolf knocked Alpha Jack down and they tumbled and rolled, Jack quickly stood on his fours but was surprised when he could finally see the wolf that pushed him. “Alpha Ethan” he uttered, it couldn’t be, He had left Alpha Ethan two days, it had to be someone else, Luther’s red eyes shone with rage, there was blood everywhere and nothing was left of the blue lake pack, by his right was a small boy with his brains all poured out. He got so angry that his Lycan took over.

I asked incredulously. “Because the Alpha is my father and Mason is his grandson.” Her expression was flat, matter-of-fact, like she hadn’t just dropped a bombshell at my feet. “And trust me when I tell you, he will go to war before he loses face with his pack by allowing the values he has perpetuated throughout his reign to be spurned by his own daughter.” My wolf roared to life in my head as we took in her words. “What the fuck have you done?” He barked at me. “I will not mark that woman! Not ever!”

“To be honest, I think everyone does believe that she has died. That would explain the darkness I feel within her. That would explain why she is severing heads after consuming her victims' hearts. She returns these heads to this altar and places them on spikes.” “I thought you suspected her of doing this to avenge the death of someone close to her. She was avenging the death of my daughter. Now you are telling me that she is my daughter?” “She said something just now when I saw her. She sought me out to tell me the updates within the pack. She called Carter her father. She only slipped up with it once; every other time, she referred to him as Beta Carter, but I caught it. I think she did die

They move toward the door, "Coward," my wolf spits at me. He has been talking all through my conversation with Agatha and Leah. "You stand there while they walk away to torture innocent pack members. You were even trying to beg them to join them in their evil. Can you even recognize your daughter again? Now your wife and your daughter punish you!?” I don't say anything, I just go in get dressed and when we are already, I work behind them to the car **

“Don’t forget boy who protected you after the death of your Father, who ensured you kept your lands, who has been a positive voice in the werewolf council for you.” “Augustus, I am much obliged to you, and you will be compensated accordingly…” “I don’t want your money; I want my daughter sat beside you. My daughter is your Luna Erik, keep the girl if you must, she’ll make a pretty plaything, but the wedding will be going ahead.” My wolf doesn’t appreciate being spoken to in such a manner, it had been a long time since someone has told me what to do.

The wolf sighed in relief, seeing James breathing and well. "Sindra, from Victor's Pack, and truthfully his own daughter," the wolf explained. "Has been found dead in the woods. One of her own packmates confessed she'd gone to kill you." The wolf glanced to Elizabeth. "She had taken three Alphas with her. Small packs, but Alphas none the less." "She did try to kill me," Elizabeth began. "She failed." "I see so," the wolf told her, arching an eyebrow. "Nevertheless, you are going to be escorted straight back to the Moirai. I'm to wait for you to pack your things, we leave right now."

“Dana is the daughter of Alfus and Luna. Kvik is the son of Stob and Faddi” “The omega, Zanna, is she Alfus’s sister?” Gregor looked at me in shock. “Yes, she is. How did you know that?” “Just the dynamics.” I sighed and looked at Gregor. “They aren't normal, Gregor. Nothing about this makes sense. Please, tell me the truth. Are they Janus wolves?” “Yes. The last of the Janus Wolves.”

I had no life. I am Charia Wolfenstein, daughter of the greatest Alpha Lugard Wolfenstein of the Red Moon pack. I had no wolf and had been hidden by my family since birth, locked in a room like Rapunzel. The one opportunity I get to be out, I was made an Epsilon by my father, he gave me a mission - to slay Alpha Ryder who happened to be the second- greatest wolf alive. I escaped on my first trial,

he said, and I looked at him, surprised. "Yep, I tested her, and she passed. She is John Hunter's daughter, alright. Her brain is like her father's brain. Her memory is unbeatable." He confirmed. "How?" I asked. "She read and summarised six hunter's grimoires in two days. She can tell you everything about eliminating werewolves, vampires, and witches. Her assimilation skill is very high. Are you sure you want me to train her because once that dam is opened, there will be no shutting it?" He said, and I stared at him, thinking, how could a human being read and summarise six grimoires in two days? I was proud of Karen.

At five years old, Jeremy learned that lies shaped reality. It was the first night his father, or the man he would one day call his father, had brought him to Wolf Pack Run, the main Grey Wolf ranch, days after his mother’s death. That evening, around a campfire with the whole of the pack in attendance, James Lennon, then high commander of the Grey Wolf armies, had stood in the flickering orange glow of the flames and announced he had a son that he hadn’t known existed.