The House Of Wolves Novelas e Histórias

If only it did something to dim his otherworldly good looks. Three wolves ran down his bicep, darting in between trees. Shadows clung to their fur, while their eyes glowed with the same strange light I’d seen in Azrael’s a time or two. Before I could process the fact that I’d definitely seen one of the wolves move, his head popped up. There was a tilt to his lips that made my hands clammy. “What would you say if I told you I had information about your family curse.” I stopped mid-chew. What were the odds he’d actually tell me? Gods were tricky beings. Always playing games and fighting for the upper hand. No matter how much kindness was shown to me, I couldn’t let myself forget that.

Chapter 107 Aurora The moment their boots shifted on the floorboards, I braced myself. Three wolves—giant, broad-shouldered, cold-eyed—stepped deeper into our home, and every instinct in me screamed to strike first. My muscles coiled, ready. Then a blur moved past me. A body entered the house with the force of a storm breaking open, and before my mind caught up, one of the wolves flew sideways as if hit by a hammer.

Alanis has been through enough in her young life, and now this! We make it to the clearing, and we can see the house. It looks abandoned and almost destroyed. Everything is falling off of it. The windows appear busted, and the paint is chipping. Alpha Erick motions for a group of wolves to go into the house and another group to surround the house. Luna Kate, Alpha Erick, and I walk behind the group going into the house. Jasmine is in front of us. I keep my eyes on her. I do not trust her.

The sounds of growling and howling filled the house, blood and fur everywhere. The two wolves worked in concert, each lunging from different directions at the same time. They managed to get him away from the woman, now if they could only disable him at the very least. Trey and his twin brother Troy were planning their strategy, poised on either side of the brown wolf. All three were gasping for breath after the brief struggle. But Gary knew the house, they didn't. Gary launched himself through the window they didn't notice and was out of the house before they could stop him.

🐾 Luna Pernwél They had cut off the powersource at the base of the mountain and we had only the candlelight to guide us. My eyesight had changed because of my wolf's nature and seeing in the dark was no longer an obstacle to me. Everyone’s eyes glowed around me, adapting to the darkness. “Every pack member, go to your places!” Jake bellowed through the tent. “Non-warriors, return home and close the doors and windows.” He motioned towards the mothers and children, while the female warriors ushered them to their houses in an organised way.

“You could end it, you know. Pick a winner. Let them live.” I snort. If only it were that easy. “Find me one who can last past the third sunrise, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Her presence flickers in front of me, like a whisp of smoke. “You’ve gone soft. I can smell it on you.” “Must be your imagination. The only thing soft here is the ground after the corpses hit it.” She chuckles and fades, leaving the back of my skull blessedly empty. I straighten, scanning the new arrivals. A witch crying into her hands. Two wolves are already posturing for dominance. A human, brave or stupid, probably both, trying to look like she belongs. Typical.

Why would the house be open? When I took a cautious step into the house, Grace pulled me back. The scent of home was overshadowed by the scent of wolves that did not belong there. Wolves that were not part of Silver Moon. I abandoned all attempts of going into the house, instead choosing to go into the forest – our private forests – to hide myself and observe what was going on.

We remained in the basement while the men cleaned up and made sense of the main house after the battle. It turned out that there were three werewolves come to fetch me back to their pack. I could only imagine the mess the fighting created. “How badly did they destroy his house?” I asked. Even though the décor wasn’t my taste, it was a beautiful home. I felt horrible that I was the reason for any destruction that occurred while protecting me. “They broke a few things, but it’s mostly the bodies and blood that need to be cleaned up,” she replied. “I’m going to go up and see if they want our help.”

If submission won’t save me from death, then nothing will. We enter the pack house. It’s crowded, reeks of blood, sweat, and fur. Some wolves are turned, standing guard, others are in their human forms, sitting around, resting. There’s no sign of anyone from the village. I’m led through the hallway and then to the spacious living room on the left. The first thing I smell is burning flesh. Surrounded by wolves, in the middle of the room, sitting on a sofa, is the biggest wolf I’ve seen. Taller than the dark skinned one, with a wider frame, a man whose eyes are as red as rubies, sits as if he’s sitting on a throne. A bald head and a thick and dark beard adorn his head. His brows are scowling,

He limped as he walked. I'm not here to fight, he said. His voice was rough. Tired. Then why are you here? The wolf looked at the valley. At the cabins. At the smoke rising from the communal fire. I heard there was a new pack, he said. A pack where turned wolves don't burn. Where born wolves don't rule. Where a woman with red eyes binds the dead to her soul. Luan's jaw tightened. Who told you that? The wolf sat down on the far bank. His injured leg stuck out at a bad angle.