The Wolf In Sheep's Clothing Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

" I walked away from the door, not bothering to reply. I have better things to worry about. I said to myself,. First of all, I had to complete this purging, get my wolf, and cure this curse forever,then I can truly find out the real story. Once I get my wolf, everything will be fine. And then I'll be able to solve this on my own. *** Day Fourteen ***

I would have to wait to dig deeper into those documents when Cam wasn't lurking behind me, possibly catching every flicker of emotion across my face. Turning to face him, I managed a controlled tone. "So... show me where to start." "Well, since you're so damn clueless about this world, I'd start with the basics," he replied as he tossed a book at me. I looked down at the book and almost laughed. It was titled "Werewolf 101." "So, Werewolves for Dummies... got it," I said with a chuckle.

Without another word, King discarded his clothes beside me, transforming into his wolf form in a swift motion before racing off towards the source of the alarm. ~*~ Thanks for reading. I’m so sorry for taking so much time to post a chapter.

At whatever was written there that I couldn't read from the outside. "My name is Zane Ashford," he said. "And I've been looking for you for three years." The silver at my wrist flared. My wolf, the quiet wolf I had always thought was weak, the wolf that had never once given me a sign or a surge or a single moment of power in eighteen years, threw her head back inside me and howled. Not in fear. In recognition. End of Chapter 1

SILAS "Get up. Get out." I ordered the she-wolf harshly. My wolf was already bored. I tossed bills at her as I reached for my trousers. I pulled them back on. My claws retracted. "Why? Your little pack sister just stood there… watched the whole thing and did not run away?" the she-wolf bit back. Her wolf was testing me. But I was bored already. I reached for a smoke. I lit up one end and took a long drag. L

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.

“Are you sure you know how to play this game? From what I saw, she was neither a follower, or wooly.” He smiled at me in a slightly condescending way. “Have you ever heard of the phrase ‘a wolf in sheep’s clothing?” “Yeah” duh! “Well, she was a sheep in wolves’ clothing.” “Why?” I asked, still not getting this. “Who do you think she was?” he asked, placing his coffee back down on the table. “I don’t know,” I said shrugging, “I’m guessing she’s either the daughter or sister of an Alpha in one of the Southern districts?”

Chapter 1: THE LONE WOLF It was early morning, when Phillip, the Alpha of the Black Moon Pack, strolled through the forest, the aroma of pine and freshly fallen snow filled the air. The atmosphere was soothing and encouraged someone to walk tirelessly. The sunrise casts soft yellow light as it breaks through the clouds, illuminating a calm and peaceful scene. It was a fresh winter morning. He cherished the tranquility and serenity of the forest as he inspected his territory's borders. As he went, the snow crunched beneath his boots, and he felt a sensation of serenity sweep over him.

' I lamented. 'Oh!' I was surprised as I watched her move so fast after checking her phone, like the languid, sultry movements from earlier were merely an illusion. "Who is she hurrying for?' I wondered possessively as I felt myself being suffocated with fury to the unknown "rival wolf." I was alerted when my wolf whimpered in distress and my heart felt empty when I realized she's walking away, walking away from us.. ----End of Chapter One----

“And don’t try to lie to me, I’ll confirm whatever you say from Chloe. And if you still choose not to tell me, I’m sure Chloe would be ready to spill everything.” I let out a frustrated sigh. Lying to him would make things only worse. Maybe I just needed to come clean. “Okay, but promise me you won’t get mad.” “I won’t get mad.” I didn’t trust that he wouldn’t get mad. I just knew that he only said it because he wanted me to open up to him. “Okay.” A defeated sigh escaped my lips. “I’m listening.” He stared at me intensely. I closed my eyes and blurted out the words. “I don’t have a wolf. I still haven’t discovered my wolf yet.”