The Millennium Wolves By Sapir Englard Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Alpha Lucas, the blood is extracted and she needs treatment now. Once she wakes, we take her inside and handle the Council.” "Since it is done, it stays a secret," I snapped, my jaw aching from clenching. I lifted my mate’s limp body from the bed with hands that shook with every step, finding that she weighed nothing—less than nothing—while the bond thread burned hotter with each breath I took. "You’re empty now," Ivy whispered as we left, her voice barely there. “Let’s see how long the Millennium Wolf lasts without a pack.” Three days later Sienna’s POV

My eyes were glowing yellow, a warm, golden light that seemed to pulse with an inner power. Suddenly, a majestic wolf appeared beside me, its fur a shimmering silver-gray in the dim light. The wolf's eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a jolt of recognition. "Hello, Isla," the wolf said in a low, raspy voice, its words echoing in my mind. "My name is Elara. I've been waiting centuries to meet you." I stared at the wolf in wonder, my mind reeling with questions. The wolf's voice was unlike anything I'd ever heard before - rough and wild, yet somehow familiar.

She growls as we move past the angry looking wolves, and I blush in return everytime. Millie and I have never had a friendly relationship. She has merely tolerated my presence. To see and hear her defending me is definitely new. Maybe giving her my meal meant more to her than it did to me. "Walk with your head up, Alpha Female. They are below you," Millie suddenly whispers, and my eyes widen. I staighten my spine and redirect my eyes to looking forward. I tilt my chin up. Wolves Amber. Wolves.

I couldn't finish the sentence. The room tilted sideways. Darryl caught me before I could fall, his hands steady and strong on my shoulders. "You should sit down," he said softly. "Your body's still adjusting to the awakening." Anger flared inside me, making the golden light intensify. "Stop treating me like I'm going to break!" I pulled away from him. "I want real answers. No more secrets. No more careful silences." Elena stepped forward, her face serious. "You're right. You deserve the truth." She picked up the ancient leather book from the counter. "But understand that we're learning too. Golden Wolves are practically myths - the last recorded sighting was over five hundred years ago."

my name echoed in my mind, not spoken, not imagined, simply there. A sound escaped me, a strange blend of a laugh and a sob. Then, the wolves surfaced within me, all at once. Orion's came first, a colossal, gold-eyed entity burning with restless instinct, pacing the confines of our shared consciousness like a predator finally catching its scent. Then Zeviar's, larger, quieter, like a tempest held captive beneath ice, approaching not with aggression, but with a recognition so immediate it made my chest ache.

The fight ended in no time. It was a massacre. I now understood why spirit wolves were equated to gods. Helena had single-handedly killed twenty-five evil-looking mutant wolves. I didn't have that kind of capacity. Those wolves had ravaged settlements for almost a year without suffering any casualties, but they had reached the end of their journey.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

Making our wolves say the one thing we both have been waiting for "MATE"

The onlookers watched the fight with bated breaths, everyone in the clearing rooting for their alpha. The black wolf, which was Jonas, was severely injured, while the grey one had only a few bruises on him, and was looking as though he was getting ready to finish off the fight. Sophia watched this scenario with glee, immediately dismissing her strange experience as a pain-induced dream and mentally cheering her grandfather on, even though she felt really faint. The black wolf was beginning to panic now, and as the grey one pinned it down, and raised its hand, as though it wanted to use its claws to finish it off, the black wolf's panicked eyes darted frantically about, searching somewhere be