The House Of Wolves Novelas e Histórias

As I watched, William pushed open the French doors leading to the balcony, revealing a set of stairs that descended into the backyard of the packhouse. We raced down the stairs, our breaths coming in short, anxious bursts. The chaos of betrayal seemed to vanish as we burst through the back door, our hearts pounding with adrenaline. On the balcony, two massive wolves faced off, their bodies poised for attack. Their chests were low to the ground, hackles raised, and ears pinned back. My dad's wolf, with his piercing silver eyes, was in a frenzy, attacking Alpha William’s wolf, who was slightly larger and had dark fur.

" I took the elevator to spare time. Our pack house has five floors, dad and the rest of our family live on the top floor and the library and offices are on the fourth floor. The third floor is where the Beta and Gamma stay with their families, and the second floor is the game room, movie theatre, and guest rooms for any visiting packs. The pack house main floor is the kitchen and dinning room along with two living rooms and the omega staffs bedrooms. Overall, we can house one hundred wolves at max capacity. We have the largest pack in California comprising five thousand pack members. The pack house is in the center of town, our housing is made up of victorian homes along with some modern ho

Zayn screams that I should get behind him which I did gladly although not so sure there was much he could do to save us. I couldn't help but tremble in fear, as I thought of all the things I didn't get to do throughout my miserable life. I watched as the wolves geared forward towards us but somehow got intercepted by another larger looking pack of wolves. I tried my best to control my raging breath as intense fear overwhelmed me. There were a lot of quick movements, my eyes unable to follow and before I knew what was happening, my legs gave way. I fell loudly to the floor as my eyes slowly shut close. I could feel myself being lifted from the ground by the now familiar scent I was addicted t

– How did you get here? - Are you okay? I asked Lisa. He looked fine. At least better than after our first transition with him. - I'm ok. - Fox smiled at me, slightly swaying on his feet. The answer suited me, so it's time to look around where we still got. - Hey Bars. I greeted my friend, looking around. Wooden log house. The scent of the forest is all around. Apparently, this is some kind of lodge in the forest. But one thing is alarming, it smells like wolves of my breed. And not just one werewolf, there are at least four male adults. And I won’t confuse one smell with anyone, Mikhail ...

A sprawling den and several other larger rooms and halls led deeper into the mansion. Even the main compound at Wolf Pack Run—which housed all the apartments of the pack’s elite warriors—wasn’t as immaculate as this. The Grey Wolves ran one of the largest ranches in the state of Montana. It was a multimillion-dollar business. But that profit supported well over one hundred Grey Wolf families who made their home at Wolf Pack Run. Not to mention that the pack sent significant income to the subpacks and used funds from that same income as part of their operation costs.

The women present in the room watched in fascination as both lips of pretty, soft petals opened like a flower blooming in summer. They started sweating. They hunger that their wolves were making them feel seemed unquenchable. Their throats were so dry, they had to forcefully gulp down the water that had filled their mouths at the sight of the prey that was lying naked, helpless in front of them like nothing but a piece of meat. Now it was time to fill their mouth with the taste of their Luna’s cum.

From the faraway look on his face, I could tell he was communicating with a pack member via mind link. "Stay here, I'll know if you leave. There's no point trying to escape as there are wolves guarding the whole perimeter of this house." He said before making his way out of the room. I rolled my eyes at his retreating figure. Of course, he's got pack wolves guarding the house which didn't mean I wouldn't attempt to escape anyway. Racing towards the closest bedroom window, I pulled on the latch only to find out that it was locked. I huffed in frustration before racing to the next one only to find out it was also locked.

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

Finally, we reach the house. It's secluded, tucked on an embankment of the lake. No trees and no blind spots. The only way out is the only way in. The only issue is that the driveway that connects the embankment to the main shoreline is consumed by female Wolves. They crowd around the house like ravenous beasts. All of them are flushed from their Heat and egging each other on. It's a brewing storm just waiting for the right motivation to be unleashed.