The Millennium Wolves Sienna And Aiden Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sienna ran her tongue over her lips and gulped before stuttering, “Th…those men… turned into wolves. There were four of them… the tall man with the scar became a large black…” “Men who turn into wolves, seriously! Is that your excuse for wandering off, loser?” Melissa said with a snort. The glare that she got from Elliot made a chill run down her spine. No one dared to utter a single word after that. Elliot placed his finger on Sienna’s lips and said, “Shhhh… everything is going to be alright. Think about it… Is possible for men to turn into wolves?” Elliot pulled her into a hug and tried to reason, “You were so scared to be alone in the forest that your brain created these illusions. You a

she completed. Though I was going to use the word burn, I guess it did feel like acid to my skin. A thousand acids to my skin. “There's no two ways about this Ayla, Aiden is a wolf hunter" she sounded certain but I knew I'd sound out of my mind if I agreed with her. “How is this?" “Most probably the last lineage of them, I haven't heard of hunters in a while" “Could you slow it down a bit" I started to pace and at that moment Killian came through the bathroom door.

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted trouble—or at least, trouble in the form of two familiar faces. Sienna and Elara. Both she-wolves were known within Crescent Moon's pack not just for their striking beauty, but for their equally bold personalities. And unfortunately for Tristan, they’d both taken an unhealthy liking to him. Not that he was rude or mean to them—he just… didn’t like being ogled like a piece of meat. And that’s exactly what it felt like whenever their eyes landed on him—like he was some juicy prey they couldn’t wait to sink their claws into.

he practically threatened her. Her face had a nice smile on it. She nodded to his warning. At once they began to talk about their dreadful past. Flashback. Aiden and yennefer's parents were quite known in their packs. They were white wolves and so they signified purity and goodness. Aiden's father, Alonso had found out that Magenta was his mate, on the night that they went to hunt for food. When he found her, she looked like she had been injured and attacked, so out of goodness and because of the attachment he felt with her, he carried to his park. Some of his pack members were against his action but he did not listen to them.

He let out a vicious snarl, and in an instant, he shifted into his own wolf, a massive, dark creature with a brutal, predatory gleam in his eyes. Without hesitation, he lunged at her, teeth bared, but Layla’s wolf was ready. She dodged his attack with fluid grace, circling him, her white fur bristling as she bared her fangs in a fierce display of defiance. They clashed, their bodies colliding with a thunderous force as they snapped and bit, each of them vying for dominance. Aiden’s wolf was larger, his sheer strength undeniable, but Layla’s wolf was quick, agile, and driven by a protective instinct she couldn’t ignore.

the wolf in front of her asked with a crazy look in his eyes. "You want nuts, let's get nuts!" Shunee phased into her wolf. Shunee's past was shrouded because of her lineage. She was Singularis's little sister and he'd taught her as a Soul Wolf, like himself she is Eternal. The Singularis Line has few wolves remaining, but Singularis keeps them close to him, exclusively in his pack. "What rhe hell kind if pixie are you? Seriously, you're glowing. Are you radioactive?" Brody asked.

Senna continued kneading while I added the eggs to the creamed butter mixture. "I'm not sure, exactly," I chuckled nervously, "I guess that's probably not the smartest answer for a pregnant human in a wolf pack with people I don't know." "Well I'm Senna, and you met Colt. This is my granddaughter Sienna. That hotshot is Carmen," she pointed towards the auburn haired girl. "Tommy," a man with graying hair and a kind smile. "Johanna," a middle aged woman with the most stunning blue eyes I've ever seen. "Carrion and Carson," two sets of identical brown eyes locked on mine, "Aka the troublemakers."

Without another word, I pulled her straight into my chest and wrapped my arms tightly around her. Sienna immediately clung to my shirt like she was terrified I would disappear too. I rested my chin gently over her head and slowly stroked through her hair, trying to calm her down little by little. “A wolf doesn’t abandon their person,” I whispered quietly. “And they definitely don’t abandon their mate.” She stayed silent against me, but I could feel how hard she was trembling. That alone made me hold her even tighter. “Sometimes wolves retreat after too much pain,” I explained softly. “Zayn did that too.” That finally made her look up slightly. Her eyes were still wet. “He did?” she asked qui

“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

Around us, the air was thick with the scent of pine, musk, and the underlying tension of five hundred high-ranking wolves of the Blackwell Pack and my own Whitmore Bloodline. “Sienna is on the ledge of Ravencrest Tower, Chika,” Ronan snarled, wrenching his arm back with such force that I stumbled, my ankle snapping with a sickening pop. “She’s spiraling. Her wolf is clawing at her mind. If she jumps, her blood is on your hands for forcing this union.”