Romans & histoires The House Of Wolves

It’s quite beautiful, and I can see why a man such as Lorcan would make this place his home. Although this is the packhouse, only two dozen wolves live here, which is a lot, in my opinion. Those wolves consist of the Beta, Emily, a girl called Harper, and the rest are either those who run the house or high ranking warriors. Plus a few she-wolves that shouldn’t be living here. I know that because Emily told me while she was attacking me with make-up last night. Emily mumbles something about having sluts Lorcan has slept with living in the house. Emily seemed incredibly put out, and I didn’t much like the idea myself.

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books.

“ The truth. About your wolf. About your bloodline. And about the prophecy they are trying so hard to bury.” ***** The next morning,I awoke to chaos. I dragged myself outside. Curiosity overshadowed my exhaustion. The scene before me left me speechless,the air was thick with smoke,and distant howls echoed across the pack,many wolves were rushing towards the borders. “What's happening?” I asked a nearby wolf. “Rogues.” He said breathlessly. “They have breached the eastern perimeter”. My heart dropped to my foot. Rogues were a rare and dangerous threat. Feral wolves who attack without a reason or prior warning.

Michael asked at last, with icy calm. “Well, from what I can piece together, I’m guessing that a notorious werewolf, known for ratting out werewolf families who are trying to blend into the human world to werewolf hunters, brought hunters to your house that night. I think he had a special beef with your family, but I don’t know what it was.” “You’re guessing? So you don’t know for a fact, then?” “No, I know. I can stake my life on the fact that it was that man.”

She said a fire spell and the torches affixed to the wall got lit up by flames, they walked down the tunnels that led into the tombs where the treasures of the wolves were concealed. “Who knows what happened to all the werewolves?” Amadeus asked. “How do you expect me to know? Perhaps, they abandoned this place.” Hayley answered. “Oh, that's right.” “You are a pain in the butt.” Hayley replied. “It doesn't change the fact that I find you enthralling.” Amadeus told her. They finally arrived at a dead end, it was cave-like. They saw numerous glossy treasures, golds, silver, crowns, and swords.

Sure, I was trying to protect her—I couldn’t have known that the beast’s interest in her wasn’t going to get her hurt, but it’d be next to impossible to explain that. I didn’t want to explain it. She either wouldn’t believe me, or she’d be terrified. The last thing I wanted was for anyone in the village to know the truth about me. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that I’d either have an angry mob or the government showing up at my door, and then Alex would lose the last remaining family she had. A fox skittered by, unbothered by my presence. Ever since I became a werewolf the animals in the forest have treated me like one of them. In some ways, it was peaceful.

Mary knew as she got closer to that damn state her wolf would become even more restless, it was home and her old family pack would be close. Bill had offered to come along but Mary knew this was dangerous even more so now that Tiffany had let her wolf free. Artemis had not fully made her way out when Mary had paid a witch to bind her daughter’s wolf and keep her hidden, hidden even from the child that shared the body and mind with. And the people that had killed her pack would know she was there as well and would be looking for her.

Hence why the journey to the House of the Wolves took a whole day. When we arrived, it was already night. And when we went past the dense woods hiding the werewolves’ race, I finally saw the town proper in its glory. The town looked peaceful at night. Though the streets were empty, the streetlights gave light to the inhabited houses whose people must already be asleep. I observed the houses and streets as the convoy quietly passed the town. We climbed a small hill to reach the House, the familiar obsidian mansion with sharp tower roofs, and that same, deeply unsettling feeling reached the pit of my stomach and made me squirm in my seat. I do think my first obstacle has come—being comfortable

She raises the iron poker, ready to swing, even though she knows she’s too small to stop a beast like this. “Please,” she whispers to the empty air. “Anyone.” Suddenly, the house shakes. A massive, black blur slams into the side of her house. The back door doesn't just open—it is ripped off its hinges. A second wolf, black as the midnight sky, bursts into the hallway. Juniper screams and ducks. The black wolf doesn't even look at her. It lunges at the red-eyed monster, catching it mid-air. The two animals crash into the wall, the force of the impact making the floorboards groan.

David was the first back, or so he claimed; Derick rolled his eyes and said nothing, and Darrel tackled both into mud, so the end was a tangle of all three, not one, which Lizzy said was the only right way anyway. The house was already alight, windowpanes golden with meat-laden air and the hot undertow of fresh dough. Wolves in their finest—coats brushed to wet shine, jaws perfumed with stolen rosemary, some splashed with actual cologne—elbowed and yapped through the porch. The youngest cubs practiced their best howls, little teeth bared in wineglass-shattering glee, while the elders growled good-natured warnings about tradition.