Novel & Cerita The Last Spirit Wolf

Vanessa’s pov, The next day we had training in wolf form. Blake made us compete one on one. He drew a circle with chalk and the wolf that stays in the circle the longest is the winner. After every round, the winners compete against each other until only one wolf remains. Spirit was definitely not the strongest wolf, but all the training made her fast. Somehow Spirit made it to the final which was against Ron. Spirit was amazing but, in the end, she was no match for the brute force of Ron his big Wolf. He was surprisingly quick for such a big beast. It did not matter though because as soon as they changed back to human form Ron high-fived me, “Good fight for a little lady.”

The second man spoke. "What are you gonna do? No matter what you do, you won't be able to break my spirit, I'll always fight back." I challenged them. "The one thing that makes werewolves a worthy opponent is the fact that they're so confident in their wolf spirits. Your wolf basically gives you your power and without it, you would be nothing. That's exactly why we'll enjoy taking away your wolf." The cloaked man finally spoke again. The words dropped on my ears like bombshells. I was left dumbstruck for a few minutes but I quickly recovered and scowled at them. They had to be joking, they're just trying to scare me.

Her sky-blue eyes drilled holes behind Hakan’s head, flashing the three muscular men a smirk whenever their eyes would wander over to where she was. “Then, I’ll be leaving Richard in charge while I go out to the city. Check the borders, I’ve been hearing talks about rogue wolves roaming around the forest from our hunters.” The man called Richard stepped up before bowing his head, as he received orders from his alpha. The three burly men left immediately when Hakan dismissed the group, turning around to face Skye with her arms crossed and looking bored.

The carving is so perfectly detailed, and the wood is varnished so intricately that it almost looks like it could move. None of us knows anything about trucks, so we listen to Jack, Mom nodding excitedly, often enough for him to carry on. While I take the time to gather my courage to tell them about Jason and my plans for the Crystal Ice Pack. “As you know, I’ve been trying to find other wolves,” I start, pulling the sleeve of my hoodie over my palms and my legs under me as I sit opposite Jack and a few pillows apart from Rick.

The one burdened by centuries of regret. But then he turned sharply, nostrils flaring. “We’re not alone.” My pulse jumped. “What?” He motioned for silence. The air shifted. A faint shimmer appeared in the distance, like light bending wrong. Then I saw it like a shape, pale and trembling, emerging from the fog. A wolf. No… not alive. Its eyes glowed white, its body translucent, trailing mist. A spirit of Meadow Pack “What is that?” I breathed. Varic drew his sword in one swift motion. “A ghost wolf. Bound to this place.”

My feet dragged along the stones, each step heavier than the last. Without a word, my body shifted. My wolf took the Heartstone and dropped it into Xareth’s outstretched vase. I couldn’t remember walking, only the sound of that stone door grinding shut behind me. By the twelfth day, it was done, the last Heartstone claimed. My wolf and I were barely more than echoes of ourselves. When Xareth summoned me the next day, I could barely stand. “I’m travelling soon,” he said, voice like smoke. “But it appears you’re unwell. You need rest. So I’ll go with my army.”

The hatred in his eyes deepened with every word. “Tell me, Cora. How am I supposed to talk with a wolf like you?” I could barely speak, my voice faint as I whispered, “Things aren’t the way you think they are…” He scoffed, leaning in closer. “Oh? Then why don’t you tell me your sad little story? I’d love to hear it.” I opened my mouth, but the truth was caught in my throat. My mind flashed back to my diagnosis. Neurogenic Wolf Spirit Atrophy would always start with weakened strength. Then, the wolf's spirit would begin to stiffen. The body would slowly get unresponsive. In the end, both the wolf spirit and the nervous system would die together.

It would seem, dear girl, that you have the gift of fate-weaving, the wolf said. “What on earth does that mean? Erm. What does that mean? It does not look like we’re on earth anymore. All my life I thought I’d do an Alice. Instead, I’ve done a Dorothy. We’re not in Kansas anymore, Toto. Heh,” I said. “Can I call you Toto?” I am the Wolf Spirit. A lesser name would not suit me such. As for where we are, this is the realm of spirits. “Cool. So, this is the afterlife. I’ve gone and died, haven’t I?”

Angel sincerely told Mira but she shook her head while smiling at him. “No, you have the right to know what I know about them.” Mira smiled assuringly at him. “Then I’m all ears.” Angel smiled genuinely and began on listening attentively to his mate. “Honestly, I am not familiar with them but from what I’ve heard before, Spirit wolves dwells in the Singarti Kingdom for a very long time ago. It exists the same with vampires and witches but as generation pass, they began to be extinct. They were not hunted by anyone, to be honest, but they suddenly left without a trace.” Mira went on speaking about what she knew about the Spirit Wolf that Angel was intrigued about.

“Bound for what reason?” “To contain its rage,” Luna answered. “The Spirit Wolf is neither good nor evil. It mirrors the hearts of those who summon it. If summoned with vengeance… it destroys.” Zara scoffed. “And you expect us to believe your family held the key to that?” “My father didn’t believe the stories,” Luna continued. “He broke the oath. Tried to harness the wolf’s power… and it slaughtered our pack instead.” Kael’s mind raced. “Why are the signs appearing again now? Why would the Spirit Wolf return?”