Novel & Cerita The Moon Wolf Novel

Pondering the title of the book, he revealed the book's content, “A book on the mystical white wolf.” Katia stared him straight in the eyes and said, “Yes, they are one of my favorite species of wolves.” “Did you know that this morning two white wolves found their way to the Moon Touched pack?” Cronos challenged. “Really Uncle, I am the keeper of wolves and assign them to their humans. Of course, I knew that two were still alive and in hiding. I hid them for goddess’s sake.” She snapped at him. “Don’t get snippy with me, girl. I just find it odd that they have come out of hiding and showed up suddenly in your newly created pack.” He said through his teeth. He did not like this side of his ni

The words on the page sent a chill right through me. *The White Wolf's return will be written in blood. Starting with those she loves. Watch them fall, one by one. The Lunar Moon is coming.* My hands started shaking. I read it again. And again. White Wolf. What did that even mean? "Sky? Do you know what a White Wolf is?" Silence. "Sky?" "Someone knows," she said finally, her voice strained. "Someone knows something they shouldn't."

A small sprig of moonpetal flowers. I untie the thread, and the parchment unfurls. My mother’s handwriting spills across the page in elegant, curling strokes. My vision blurs as tears fill my eyes. I read. ‘Aria, my little wolf: If you are reading this, then the path you walk has led you to the place I feared most, and the place I knew you would one day reach.’ My chest tightens painfully as I continue to read. ‘I have seen the Game. I have seen the goddess. I have seen the way fate twists itself around certain children, those born with too much strength, too much heart, too much destiny in their bones.’

Red eyes were staring back at me—my wolf. I slammed the book close and allowed my mind to wander off. What the heck did I just read? Wolf? Moon goddess? What the heck was going on? I thought that only happened in movies or fairytales, but I was actually reading it. It made no sense at all. Lucian was a wolf? How bizarre was that? Did he not want me in his space that much?

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

ZENDAYA We were all sitting at the dining table, celebrating the unlocking of my wolf. I was ready to be a Luna to black moon pack and Xander's mother was particularly happy. She was all over me, praising my beauty. She apologized for being mean to me earlier saying it was only because I had no wolf and they didn't want their son to make a Wolfless girl his Luna. According to her, they've worked so hard to make their pack what it was today. So they do not need a weakling to stand behind their mate.

“Explain.” Melody ran both hands through her hair and let out a shaky, disbelieving laugh. “I’ve only seen it once in a book,” she said. “Like, old-book. Old-old. Before packs started pretending we don’t remember the old things. They called it ‘star-sighted.’ Wolves born at blood-oath moments. Wolves born under direct claim.” She swallowed. “The Moon marked her.” Jessica covered her mouth with both hands, shoulders shaking. Jimmy whispered, “Holy shit.”

I muttered under my breath, shutting the book harder than I meant to. Zack raised an eyebrow but said nothing. I reached for another, a thinner one. The cover nearly tore in my hands, my eyes skimmed quickly, heart thudding. This one spoke of the Moon Goddess and her first chosen wolves born with gifts that could either heal or destroy. Wolves meant to be balance keepers. I swallowed, my wolf stirred inside me at the words, Ella pressing against the surface of my mind. This feels familiar, she whispered. “Find something?” Zack’s voice was low, rumbling in the stillness.

Letting out a long breath Danica removed her hold before plopping down on the ground beside the wolf. 'Come, get up.' Danica ordered the wolf as she sat catching her breath. 'That light....' The rogue began sitting up on all fours and narrowing its red gaze on Danica. 'Only one wolf has that light.' 'Only one?' Danica asked confused. 'What are you going on about?' 'The moon wolf.' The rogue explained. 'She is the mother of all wolves, but why would she be residing within you?' Danica stared at the black wolf as if it had grown a second head, she couldn't quite get what it was going on about. What in the world was the moon wolf and why did that even have anything to do with her?

Someone—or something—was out there. I stepped back toward the door, my breath catching. Before I could move further, the shadows shifted, and a figure emerged from the treeline. My stomach dropped. It wasn’t a pack member. The man’s eyes glowed faintly, but not with the warm gold of Jaxon’s wolves. These burned a cold, unnatural green. His smile stretched too wide, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. “Well, well,” he drawled, his voice carrying an eerie, rasping quality that made my skin crawl. “The little human pet.”