Novel & Cerita The Way Of The Wolf Review

Zayn’s POV The wind carried her scent before I ever saw her. It hit me like a slap—a sweet mix of wildflowers and something uniquely hers, sharp and intoxicating, cutting through the forest air. My wolf stirred instantly, growling with a need so necessary it made my chest ache. Mate.

This cowboy wolf was none other than Jeremy Lennon, high commander of the Grey Wolf armies, infamous Grey Wolf warrior, and one of the fiercest wolves ever to live. Anytime one of the Wild Eight had returned to their compound near death’s door and clinging to a thread of life, this man had almost always been the one singularly responsible—and that didn’t begin to cover the damage he’d done to the Wild Eight through the information-gathering and patrolling schedules demanded of his men. If she’d thought his battle scars made him intimidating, the pair of eyes locking onto the bush she hid in, as if he saw straight through the shrubbery, chilled her more than the snow beneath her paws. Irises

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

“You know, you could chill with the whole storm-slayer vibe. It’s not a Shakespearean play, Alpha. No one’s awarding you Best Dramatic Performance in ‘Survivor: Werewolf Edition.’” His head snapped toward me, those glowing wolf eyes narrowing. “Do you think this is a game, woman? Black Fang doesn’t stop for weather.” “Well, clearly they also don’t stop for fashion choices, because your wolf couture is basically mud and murder chic,” I shot back, hugging my soaked jacket tighter (also found from the horse shed) “Ten out of ten, terrifying. Very on-brand. Bravo.”

Life with Sawyer was peaceful, but so was the attack levels in Trinity Mountains and Boulder Creek, which, if Waverly was being honest, was not what she had thought it would be. Instead of killing Christopher for his retributions, which is the traditional way of handling such matters, Sawyer chose to banish him, immediately making him a rogue wolf; one of the first known in the recent century, until they had clashed with Matteus' pack. Although this decision didn't sit well with some of the Crimson Shadows, since that fateful day, there were no attacks or sightings of rogue wolves again in the area. It was all as it should've always been: relaxing. Waverly stood from her spot and shuffled th

He was proud, but he never wanted Kaeden to take on such a responsibility, something that he would live with for the rest of his life—he never wanted this… Sighing deeply, he tracked forward to where his nose led him. After travelling for twenty minutes, deeper into No-man's-land, Cyro came to an area surrounded by rocks and boulders, atop a boulder in the distance, Cyro saw a huge wolf covered in red fur mounting a smaller grey wolf. The wolf, covered in red fur, bit down on the grey wolf’s scuff hard and ravaged its rear end at a crazy speed. The grey wolf whimpered and before everyone’s eyes, the bigger wolf ripped its head off, flinging it into the air.

Some seemed to find it hard to adjust to the method, but still managed to follow through with my father's guidance. One time, I accompanied my father and our people to the Forest Wolf Tribe to check on the progress of their farming and animal domestication. The Alpha of their tribe was named Acwulf, a bluish-gray Wolf beastman with silver eyes. The body of a Wolf beastman was smaller than that of an average Lion beastman, but their muscles were firm, they were more agile, and their nose was more sensitive, making it easier to detect the exact location of their prey even if they were hidden.

The Blackwood wolves surged behind her. A dark shape burst from the treeline. Amber eyes flashed beneath the moonlight. Lyla’s breath sharpened. The rival’s wolf. Lyla’s body coiled with tension. The wolf lunged. Lyla twisted beneath the blow. Her claws slid free beneath her skin. Her fist connected with the wolf’s ribs sharp and clean. The wolf hit the ground hard. Lyla’s breath sharpened. Eli’s silver gaze flashed beside her. Another dark shape lunged toward them.

I am screwed. Seeing it approach, a wolf from my pack gets alert and starts running over to me. He looks at me and growls, as if signalling me to run away but I can't. My feet are trapped in one place. The wolf jumps over the livid rogue, successfully trapping him in place as his claws rake over the rogue's back. In a jiffy, the rogue is able to flip them around and the wolf from my pack is now under him. A rogue over powered a healthy wolf? How is that possible?

“Tail them.” One of the three Generals was quick to curtsy and leave the watchtower. I turned back to the now retreating rebels, cheering internally with a successful plan. Fenrir was yet to shift and so he stood there, on top of the walls, looking out to the rebels. His black wolf looked like the dark horse of the battlefield, his chin permanently raised and only his gaze moving. “Look at him. He must feel so proud of himself for scaring them away,” I scoff and point at the werewolf immersed in his own world.