The Millennium Wolves Series 소설 & 이야기

Another roar rumbled the Earth but this time it was not what sucked the life out of me. The men in front of my eyes had turned into monsters. Unnatural and terrifying big wolves. Not wolves... these wolves stood up like humans. "Oh, my Lord! Make it a delusion." I mumbled as my wits left me. The monster-cum-Jordan eyes fell on me when I tried to make an attempt at life. He snatched me up by the waist in his claws. "God, let it be a dream! Please!" I took a breath in to shout my heart out as my last ditch effort before death when another scream breached the cruel forest.

Legendary Wolves Series. Book One: Convergent. POV. Isabella Di'Giotanno. I always thought I was different. I was certain that I was. Most of us change for the first time around age ten. But that was not my case. So, although no one made me feel strange, I felt like the weirdo. I think my last name kept everyone from rejecting me. Unlike what happens in most packs of the world, in this one, my mother is the beta. This pack is from our Luna, but she transferred it to the Alpha when she had her first pup: Eric.

It isn't a lie since snores from other wolves – male wolves- echoed the quiet room in this long meeting that the Alpha, the Beta - my father- and the Theta –our third in command- called forth for the mate-less wolves eighteen or older in the pack to remind them that they will be taking part in The Run and the rules to follow. "As I was saying, The Run is filled with multiple threats. Eli the head of the Vampire Coven in that area already alerted everyone that rogue fledglings have escaped before being welcomed into the coven and will be hunting for fresh blood to drink. Keep your eyes alert.” My father announces. Vampires were once our mortal enemy until a temporary treaty was signed over on

I coughed in the end as my voice suddenly rose while I stated my facts to him. At the same time, Graham entered the room and looked at us with a stunned expression. The silence stretched in the room was thick with tension, but I wasn’t done with explanations and questions. “I am a silver wolf. You are a black wolf with a crescent moon mark in the middle of your forehead. Madeline is a white wolf. Nolan is a metallic grey wolf with a black crescent moon mark under his right eye. Graham is a golden-brown wolf with a big crescent moon mark on his left shoulder. Do you really think that they will only target Madeline just because she is a white wolf?”

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

Reverent. "That's not unusual," Caierre started. "Wolves and moons, it's a common enough—" "Look at the next one." The next mural showed the same pairing. Two wolves, moon overhead, positioned almost identically. And the one after that. And the one after that, all down the long wall, dozens of murals stretching into the crystal-lit dark, every single one depicting not a lone wolf, not a pack, but always, unfailingly, *two* wolves together beneath the same moon.

Fagua I stumbled backwards as the wolves closed in. His words promised to deliver exactly what he’d said. I didn't know what he'd do to me, but I didn't like the gleam in his eyes or the wolves around me. "How come you've never turned, girl? Got too much of your damn Ma in you." He sneered. "All you need is a few bites to get the change fever going. Handy it's a full moon coming up soon." I'd never been bitten by a wolf my entire life. "That won't work. If I haven't become a wolf now, I won't ever."

A place that I get the feeling I have been before. The pack is gathered before me; hundreds of wolves, faces lifted, eyes shining with approval and pride. They’re smiling. All of them. My heart stutters. This is right. Isn’t it? I look down at my hands. They’re steady. No blood beneath my nails. No marks crawling up my arms. No pain humming beneath my skin. The ache I’ve carried for so long is… gone. But it feels strange, as if I can remember the ache but I don’t remember why it was there to begin with.

Wolf Nation Times pops up first on my screen of news outlets. ’MURDER AT THE CLAIMING DISRUPTS CELEBRATIONS’ ’ARIANA ERICKSON MATED TO ALPHA ARES MARTIN OF FREEDOM RIDGE PACK, DOES THIS MEAN WAR IN WOLF NATION?’ ’FORMER ALPHA LUCIAN CHEATS LOOPHOLE WITH SUICIDE’

Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title. How many times she'd been told that the legendary book had disappeared some generations back. That book - or the book, as they always emphasized it - was rumored to hold all the details of their pack history, all the genealogy charts of the genealogy and history of her pack. She was well aware it had been lost for years until hints of its reappearance popped up. It was all too much of a coincidence - the mention of this town, Calderwood, and the presence of the author of Wolf in that place, were like beacons leading her on her search. Not to mention the reference to the book.