The Way Of The Wolf Review นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Wolves are driven by primal urges, indifferent to the consequences. A sense of joy surged within us as we felt Percival's wolf’s primal desire to possess her. His teeth remained embedded in her skin as he emitted a deep, soothing growl, comforting her. With her claimed, Percival was finally able to connect with her on a profound level, experiencing a deep sense of satisfaction.

Thane focused inward, seeking the voice of his wolf, Lunos. Instantly, images flooded his mind - vivid, primal, and clear. River's wolf, Selene, appeared before him, a majestic gray form that radiated strength and wisdom. Lunos responded, a strong, golden presence that resonated deeply within Thane. The two wolves communed, sharing instincts and trust in a way that transcended words. River's eyes locked with Thane's, and he saw a deep understanding there. "Our wolves are aligned," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Through heart, soul, and mind."

The darkness threatened to pull me under, as screams and cries of the past rang in my ears. Shit! As I fought back my past, Rain regained his bearings. He turned his head with terrifying precision, his powerful jaws clamping around Ryan’s scruff. He ripped the other wolf away and slammed him down, his growl so deep it rattled bones. Every movement was calculated, brutal, and unrelenting. This was how rogues fought… Dirty, cheap, and without mercy! My heart was in my throat. My chest so tight I couldn’t breathe. Shit!

I watched the wolf the way I watch hostile takeovers: nothing missed, nothing romanticised. Violence is made efficient. Brutal, yes. No waste. The room learned his shape in a heartbeat and tried to forget. Forgetting didn’t work. A rogue squealed about mines. On “past the river,” his eyes slid left. I filed the tell and the stink of the lie while Recce’s paw pinned his ribs. Truth arrives faster when it can’t breathe. Blue flashed. I moved. The blanket had torn along the seam; the whale patch held. Hope mouthed that patch during stories. I know it's better than money.

It was kind of like living on autopilot. “Fine. No killing. Now... let’s go.” A rumble of excitement fills me and I don’t think, I just let go. It’s almost like being in a dream. I watch as my wolf uses my body to take down four of the men with little to no effort. I feel their bones break in my hands. I smell the blood as my head connects with the nose of the last one. One of the officials stands well back, but follows me across the field tallying points as I allow my wolf to pick off anyone she sees targeting those weaker than them. Honour comes from a fair fight, from challenging yourself, not taking the easy road and calling it fighting smart.

I did the only thing I could think of. I shifted. It was not a graceful shift. Not smooth or controlled like the elite wolves. My bones cracked and reformed. Pain tore through me. But I let my wolf out. Let her surge forward in a desperate gamble. I threw myself at my father’s feet. Submitting. Begging. He looked down at me, disgusted. “Pathetic.” But he stopped walking toward the cabin. “Please,” I said through the pack bond. “Do not take this from me too.”

I stood in the center, chest heaving, sweat dripping down my temples, muscles trembling, yet alive with exhilaration. The wolves observed me, their eyes calculating, measuring, and acknowledging. Recognition, subtle but unmistakable, passed between them. I had survived the first test. The amber-eyed wolf approached, his expression unreadable. “Your instincts are sharp, and your reflexes are impressive. But instinct alone does not make a wolf. Strength, control, and understanding are what define you. You must learn to wield the power within without letting it dominate you.” I nodded, feeling the weight of his words settle deep into my bones. “I understand,” I said. “I will learn.”

Aiden Razor was in control while I watched what was going on. Razor surrounded Lexi on one side while Diesel was on her other side. Razor looks at the wolves surrounding us. “ What are these things? They smell like regular wolves but something is off about them.” Razor asked. “ I don’t know. The first time Lexi was attacked Luther and Melissa said something about rabid red eyed wolves. These must be like them. They have to be after Lexi.” I said. “ Over my dead body will they get her.” Razor growled at the wolves. “ I’m with you.” I agreed. I watch Diesel's eyes glaze over so I know he is linking for his warriors. I wish we could talk to each other. I know one thing we agree on and no words

“Yes. Isn’t that fair? After centuries of watching her die. After all this time, watching her make the wrong choices. Now you can finally make the right choice, the choice she wasn’t strong enough to make.” Something deep inside me moves. It isn’t magic or a memory. It feels like instinct. Something that I haven’t felt since Nyxara took over my life. My wolf stirs for the first time without restraint. He is no longer caged or muted. No longer suppressed by the confines of the Game. He is finally awake, which can only mean one thing. Nyxara is losing her grasp on everything. She is losing her grasp on me.

It was growling fiercely and showing teeth. Waverly wasn't sure what was going on but from the looks of it these two wolves were ready to help her.. Waverly shut her eyes and her bones began to snap in and out of place as Winter took over. Seconds later where Waverly stood her bright white wolf was there ready to fight. Winter was lethal and didn't take any time. As the men looked around at the three wolves unsure what to do, Winter took the advantage and lunged at one of the men, quickly ripping his throat out. He didn't even have time to scream. He hit the ground dead. Winter’s eyes narrowed in the next man. The man began trying to shift but the red brown wolf grabbed ahold of his leg with