Novel & Cerita The Son Of Red Fang

Flaming Red. Her son was in a dark haze. His wolf must have taken control, after finding out about the disappearance of his mate. But his wolf doesn't have red eyes. She thought, remembering the first time she had seen her son's wolf, in the forest, when the phanthom had come for the redhead. "His wolf is about to take control. He is too strong." Anthony said, as he got up from the ground. "That's impossible." Maya replied, with shock in her voice, aware that the three were now looking at her.

Her expression shifted, and she laughed softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she turned to me with an amused look. Her sudden smile left me wondering what was going on in her mind. Was she thinking about her son, but Rylan isn't all that soft. “Aurora,” she said, with a gentle smile. “Yes mother in law,” “I am not your mother inlaw, Rylan is my nephew. You just met his mom there.” “Realy, I had no idea. You looked so young and like ermmm..like…” I stuttered as I couldn't arrange a statement. “Aurora, I am Red. His father is my brother. You know Rylan is just like us. Quiet and still difficult to live with.” Red's expression changed to a sad face.

"I'm not the son anymore. I'm the End of the Lineage." I froze, the Sovereign-Fang heavy in my hand as the Cannibal-Pack began to erupt from my own child's marrow, their emerald-crimson eyes igniting in the dark.

The moment they sighted our carriage, they let open the huge, golden gate of the pack. Huge trees lined the sides of the pack entrance. Ahead, there's a large, four-square mansion. Colorful pack houses and strong concrete floors. The Red Fang pack is the second strongest pack after the Grim Howl Pack. We have always had each other's backs. Fought common enemies and won wars. Though we share boundaries and are quite familiar with each pack, mating with Noura will make the merging more official. “I love that you're being mature." My father had said to me and relief washed over me at the memory, like I was thrown under a cold shower.

he bargained and I burst into laughter. " He's still trying to make a deal with me, " I muttered audibly and chuckled. " What makes you think I would meet the end of your bargain? You want my apology and the dropping of charges, that alone should be enough, " I told him, making it clear that I wasn't allowing the last deal. " Maya, I need to get to know my son. He is the future Alpha of the Bloodfang Pack, I need to get to know him more and he needs to know his pack, " he tried to explain but that wasn't any of my concern.

“Maestro! What are you doing here?” His lips curled into a smile, his eyes fixed on mine. He placed both hands calmly on the desk. “My name is Eric Redwood…son of late Alpha Damien Redwood and present Alpha of the Redwood pack.” “Huh!” I exclaimed.

- I asked softly. He flinches without saying anything. - Nobody will hurt you here, but to help you, I need answers. - My name's Sam, and I belong to the Blue River Pack. I knew that pack. We were allies. It was a small pack led by a good Alpha. - I'll call your Alpha to get you. My son whimpers, and I put my hand on his chest. - You are my son's mate. Do you know that? The boy nodded.

Victor was like an old woman. He met us in the entrance hall. We stood staring at each other for the longest time. He was tall, I estimated seven feet and built like the Hulk. I guess most wolves and humans alike would find him intimidating. “So you’re the Red Wolf I’ve heard about that supposed to be my son? I’m not impressed.” He looked at me coldly, dark eyes sizing me up. “So you’re the deadbeat father my aunt told me about? I too am not impressed.” I glared back at him. “Where is Darina?”

In between dancing Red managed to threw her Dad some questions. "Who's my last dance? "You're grandpa". Ricky grinned while turning her daughter around. He is so proud of his daughter to all. She is his pride and joy. Red pouted a little, she thought it is her classmate James that will be her last dance. It’s been a long time since the guy is trying to vie for her attention. James is the son of the chief in their little town. "What about my seventeenth dance? "Oh you're uncle Alexander".

From the moment he sat down, wincing but with a twinkle in his eye, I knew he was different. "That looks pretty bad," I had said to him, examining his injury. "How did you manage to get wounded like this?" He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that seemed to fill the room. "Territory disputes. Never a dull moment being an Alpha's heir." I didn't respond, so he kept speaking. "I am the son of Alpha Johnson of the Dark Moon Pack."