Novel & Cerita The Deaf She-wolf: Kaya

For Kayla, since it was not a full moon, the pain was even more severe. After what felt like hours of screaming and endless pain, the shift was finally over. A large golden brown wolf lay there in place of a sixteen-year-old girl. Kayla stood up with shaky legs and turned around, watching the bodies littering the ground. She felt rage fill her veins and let out a long aggressive howl that was a war cry and a warning of a hunt to her prey. Then she sniffed the air to scent the rogues. Now it was time for them to become the hunted. Then she ran off in pursuit of the rogues.

My bones remember being broken, but my body is whole. Varein tilts his head, studying me like I’m an experiment he’s curious to dissect. “Do you really think-” The rest of his words get swallowed by the sudden, furious snarl that tears through the air. Kaia. She comes from the left, claws bared, eyes blazing gold. Her wolf is right there beneath her skin, raw and untamed, and she doesn’t hesitate as she launches herself at him mid-sentence. He twists to block, but that’s when I move, cutting off his escape to the right.

I forgave him and we became closer than before. “Kelly?” I mindlinked my beta. He has been my childhood friend. “Ren and I have found an unconscious she-wolf in the forest. She's not from here, nor is she a rogue. Check if there’s any report of her missing.” “Okay, I’ll do that.” “Thank you.” Please when you're done, come to the hospital.” “I’ll do just that. See you soon.” —----

She knew without a doubt Sebastian already found one of her secrets. She had to act fast; she already succeeded by planting doubt within Athena's mind with the pregnancy and picture. That was simply going to buy her time before the final plan would be carried out. “Madam!” The man who had been on a call with Alpha Micheal bowed before Sienna. The rest of the werewolves had done the same thing, their movement coordinated in one smooth act. Sienna’s lips ticked up at the display, satisfied with the fluid way the greeting had been done; they had come a long way since the first time she had brought them into the warehouse.

I threw my arms up to block— A fist slammed into my ribs. Air whooshed out of me. I stumbled, nearly falling to my knees. They laughed. Zara shook her head. “This is what you brought? No wolf. No backup. Just bones and bad attitude?” Sylah stepped forward then, her eyes glowing bright. She snarled… then shifted. Bones cracked. Fur exploded across her body. Her form morphed into a full wolf. I froze. That wasn’t allowed. Not against someone unshifted. But rules meant nothing here, these guys were out for blood. The wolf lunged.

“Where’s my son?” Her smile widened, cruel and beautiful. “Straight to the point. You always were such a wild thing.” I stepped closer. “Give him back.” She laughed. It echoed across the trees like a sharp wind. “Oh, poor Kayah. Still pretending you matter. Still thinking your claws can scratch heaven.” I bared my teeth. “Say what you want. Just tell me what you’ve done with Kellan.” She walked in a slow circle around me. “He’s quite special, you know. Born under a healer pack wolf and a rogue. Strength in his blood more than any pup I’ve seen in centuries.”

The Luna rushed towards him shifting into her brown wolf. Alpha Deucalion didn't shift to his to fight her back. My eyes widen when he grabbed her single-handedly. I opened the window. I felt sorry for her, I didn't want him to kill her. After all, we were both she-wolves. "No!" I yelled to Alpha Deucalion. As Alpha Deucalion turned to look at me. She slashed him across the face allowing him to let her go. At that moment I wished I never did feel any pity for her. She laughed and kept on slashing his body not wanting to stop.

The wolves had lost the true reason for life and had lost their faith altogether, a recurring issue that had led to the unresolved issues that still plagued them. Adele Jones, as the Moons Oracle and mate of a High Alpha, was an extremely valued figure within Werewolf society. She delivered prophecies to juvenile Alpha’s full of hope and spread dread to the ones who soon discovered their reigns coming to an end. She was the one who found the new Alpha’s. The ones that had been born and not bred. She discovered the wolves who had risen of their own toil and trouble, who were born to lead. It was because of her gift that she had been killed.

My name was Andrea Nasriantra, the Beta clan of Liberty City of werewolves and this is my story to find out … ***Three Years Ago*** "Get out! You filthy she-wolf!" He shouted at me, the young woman with golden glowing gold eyes, blond hair, and pink plump lips ready to be kissed, bitten, or eaten. At least those were the things I did with Tobias. He was the one that I thought I would end up with and spent the rest of my werewolf life making pups and growing his small clan. After all, I was the Nasriantra, the Beta clan in the Liberty City swore to be loyal to the highest rule, the Alpha clan, the Moonlight clan.

I stared at Kayla. “Her?” Another pause. “Her wolf.” My eyes burned instantly. “Are you sure?” Kira almost sounded offended. “Yes, I'm fucking sure.” I laughed. I couldn't help it. Her wolf was there. Weak. Buried. But alive. “Dr. Miller?” Dorothy was staring at me. “Her wolf,” I whispered. “What?” “Kira can feel her.” Kayla's mother gasped. Then— Kayla's fingers moved. Everyone froze.