The Wolf In Sheep's Clothing Chapter 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Free. Beautiful. It felt like he'd captured a moment even I didn’t know was special. The thumping of my heart was almost overwhelming. Beneath the frame lay a small leather-bound journal. My fingers brushed across its cover before opening it. The first page was handwritten, his script neat but bold: Things to know before your wolf comes. The title alone made my throat tighten. I turned the page, reading a few lines. They weren’t from a textbook. They were personal and practical.

He thrashed, yelped once, went still. Humans, actual villagers, huddled in doorways and behind overturned carts. A woman clutched two children to her chest, her mouth open in a silent scream. An old man brandished a pitchfork like it might actually do something against claws and fangs. It didn’t. A passing wolf swatted him aside like a doll. He hit the ground hard and didn’t get up. My stomach lurched. This was my opening chapter. I’d written the raid. I’d described the way the alphas circled each other before the first blood was drawn, the way the village elder had begged for mercy and been ignored, the way the moon had hung fat and low like it was watching the slaughter for entertainment.

CHAPTER 1: The wind danced through the leaves on the trees making a rustling music as it went. The white she-wolf’s snowy white fur joined the ensemble as the breeze teased it while she sat on the rock. Her eyes closed as she sniffed the air for hints of anything exciting. It was a perfect day for hunting and she’d hoped to find a rabbit or two that should be out grazing on a beautiful morning like this. Instead, she caught the scent of something that didn’t frequent the forest. It wasn’t totally foreign, but it didn’t belong there. Man. The she-wolf’s ears perked and her blue eyes shot open.

Of how she often wore her hair in the style I did now, no one else in the kingdom daring such a simple look. I finished quickly, just as my guardian had instructed, silently following him down the winding halls on the castle; my mind replaying the strange glint in his eye over and over. Unable to let the unnatural feeling that plagued my every thought go. I would have to find the meaning behind it somehow. Behind the predatory hunger that moulded into his actions on occasion, changing his behaviour in a drastic and chaotic manner. Perhaps he had a secret of his own, something that he did not wish to share. Not even with me.

She climbed the steps, crossed the threshold, and tried to ignore the way the wolf inside her went completely, inexplicably alert. Just adrenaline, she told herself. Just the territory. Just being back. She kept walking. End of Chapter One.

Her mother sat next to her, reading aloud from an old, faded book. “Once upon a time there lived a girl who was loved by everyone who looked at her, but most of all by her grandmother...” Janice blinked her eyes bringing her back to the present. She was not the least bit surprised to find she was wearing a red cloak and its hood pulled up over her newly cut hair. “At least you're not a spider.” She derided the wolf. “There isn't even a spider in the story.” The wolf chuffed once as if in frustration, and then began to speak.

Nick barked once, signaling the next phase. The run. The atrium doors were thrown open, and the cold night air washed in, crisp with pine and starlight. The moon was high, luminous, bright enough to paint the ground in silver. Perfect for a first run. Without hesitation, I leapt from the Wolf Rock, landing lightly on all fours. Wolves parted for me, bowing slightly as I passed, and my chest tightened with the weight of the honor. Then— I ran. The pack surged after me in a tidal wave of fur and sound. Paws pounded against the earth as we spilled out of the community center and into the forest a few yards behind, dozens of wolves racing under the moon.

“Please” Nathan nodded wheeling next to me as I sat on the desk. Flipping the book, “Let’s see… The Wolf Who Didn’t fit in a pack of sheeps. Huh. Seems oddly appropriate.” He snorted lightly. I began to read, my voice gentle and animated, exaggerating the wolf’s lines just enough to pull a smile from Nathan. He chuckled under his breath a few times, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe I was actually doing this. Then—sometime between the wolf trying to paint with his paws and learning to shed like a sheep—Nathan leaned in.

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu