The Last Spirit Wolf Elena Norwood นิยาย & เรื่องราว

To keep an eye on FUCKING ELENA. “What’s going on?” I whispered, feigning an air of innocence and returning the old Queens radiant smile when she glanced up to see me. “Didn’t you hear? The rebel Luna is gone! She eloped with that bloody rogue!” Nancy Gotham heehawed, wiggling her fingers like Elena was a disturbing fly she finally got rid of as the other elite wolves grinned around her. Ass-lickers, the lot of them. I forced the smile on my face to remain as a muscle twitches underneath my eyes.

"That man won't even blink." "That's what I figured too. Before you leave tomorrow I need you to asses her skill level. I don't think she has a clue how to fight anything, bet she's never killed a spider." James looked in the distance and took a sip. Lucas glanced at his watch. He wanted to grab something to eat and get a work out in before bed. "She was lost, an outcast tried to eat her. If we were thirty seconds later she would be dead." Lucas really didn't care. No matter what sad story the girl came with she was a turned wolf, the last one they had was practically worthless.

He gave me another book. “Spirit wolves,” I read this time. “That’s what our people called them.” “I never heard of a spirit wolf,” I said. “That’s because they are thought to be instinct.” “But you think Elaeya is one?” “I think she’s a hybrid of one,” he corrected me. “Okay,” I said closing the books. “Ball-park it for me.”

That almost-smile again — the one that was still learning how to exist on her face after years of not being used. "Mira," she said softly. "Absolutely Mira." And somewhere above us — somewhere in whatever structure had been funding fifteen years of bond manipulation from a distance, now aware that their Architect was walking out of his compound with the last wolf witch and headed for Ironmoor — something that had been patient for a very long time finally ran out of it. We had ten minutes. We used nine of them.

Elena started as she advanced towards Pandora but she shrieked when one of the wolves barked at marched at her while Pandora laughed. She ran to her room while Pandora did her best to get her last word in by saying, “ Sometimes you really embarrass me with how much you don’t know about her family. There are spirits of our ancestors who also happen to be wolf whisperers inside each of these wolves and you think that they will let any one of us hurt each other.” “ Well, maybe I would remember that if they hadn’t tried to bite my head off while chasing me and Arina,” “ Of course, it is always about you, I bet Arina didn’t get any heart-stopping jump scares,”

If this wolf does make a move with hostile intent, detain only, understood? Anaki growled, looking specifically at Shyfter. **Shyfter** ‘Damn! A wolf kills an enemy ONE time, and his Spirit is under lock and key to this cursed collar only few have the keys for.’ Shyfter growled challenging. **Anaki** ‘The ‘enemy’ you killed was a great warrior and tactician, one that our father GREATLY respected. So much so, father only injured him, saving his life, got him out of and away from the war. Then you slay him out of petty jealousy!’

"Help me!" Nora advanced on her, half-human, half-wolf, driven by instinct and fury. She slashed again, catching Elara's arm, then her side. Each attack pushed Elara further back until she tripped and fell, terror replacing the hatred in her eyes. "Please," Elara begged, holding up her uninjured hand. "Nora, please." But the wolf had taken over, and Nora's claws tore into Elara's shoulder, then her chest. Blood soaked the ground as Elara's pleas turned to weak whimpers.

Vera's gaze darkens, "Help?" "Yes help." I rub the back of my neck with my palm, " From a wolf spirit." "What!!!" She growled, her eyes piercing as she banged her fist on the table. "You got help from a wolf spirit?!!!" I staggered back, terrified at her outburst. "I .... I didn't know. I barely manage to say, "It happened fast." "Fast?" She barked, "It happened fast? You have done an abomination. You allowed a wolf spirit to bond with you. You will go crazy Amara, just like Elena–"

Rowan squeezed her hand once before letting go. “Let’s end this,” he said. Selene turned back toward the clearing. The others were waiting. Vera was sharpening a blade, her eyes cool and focused. Agnes sat near the fire, tracing runes in the dirt with trembling fingers. Elias leaned casually against a tree, cracking a joke she couldn’t quite hear—but even his humor was dimmed this morning. They all looked at her as she approached. Not as the girl who had once been a beta’s mate. Not as the woman betrayed and hunted. But as the one now carrying the spirits of wolves long dead and the fate of those still breathing.

"A giant white wolf with a red mark on her head. Her eyes were just like mine. She said her name was Elsa. She said she was my wolf... my companion." I looked up at Nadia, searching for some form of explanation. "I thought I was going crazy. I thought it was just another dream…" "No," Nadia cut me off gently but firmly. "It wasn't just a dream, Miss Luna. It was your wolf reaching out through the only way she could. Through your subconsciousness. That place you saw... it’s a spirit realm between worlds, a liminal space where trapped souls sometimes drift when they're disconnected from their bodies." I stared at her, a little taken aback.