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

something. “It’s better for you to stay here for now,” I squeezed out in a colorless voice, turning to the she-wolf. At least until dark. And call yours. Let them meet you. The beautiful face of the wolf was impenetrable, and she did not answer me, which was not a very good sign. The money I threw on the table when Koppel called, she never took it.

And the similarity between them was the hatred for the werewolves who took their mother away from them. It was hard not to be distracted by so much interesting content, but finally, almost at the end, they got what they were looking for. Huge wolves formed by shadows stamped the page of the book. Kyria yawned and watched as she looked at the picture. The creatures were fierce, but they had a wise look, an ancient look. Kyria stepped away for a moment, that look gave her a shiver in the spine for some reason. "The first wolves were not divided into alphas or omegas, nor could they take human form." Nayssa began to read and Kyria leaned her head on her shoulder to see better.

As I read the first lines, I began to understand why it had been pushed away and left unseen. The writing was hard to read and very old. The words were strange, and the pages were filled with old signs and markings that were not easy to understand. Even so, as I read more carefully, I found parts that spoke clearly to what I was facing. The book explained the beginning of an ancient wolf. It told the story of a golden wolf and where it came from.

I clicked my tongue and flipped through the book I was holding. I was about to close it when it stopped at a page where a lone white sheep was in the middle of a sea of hungry wolves. “When darkness meets light.”I read the caption and at first, it didn't make sense to me, until I noticed one wolf looking at the sheep in a strange way. Like he wanted to cherish her and not eat her. “The other wolves wanted to eat the sheep, but he was the darkness that met the light of hope.” I was deeply touched by the story and how they depicted it.

The pages smelled exactly how they looked. Old. Ancient. I carefully turned the first page. And froze. A picture stared back at me. A wolf stood atop a mountain. Silver fur. It was massive and majestic. But what caught my attention wasn't the wolf. It was the tail. Bright red fire blazed behind it. Not fur. Flames. Actual flames. My pulse quickened. I kept reading. Page after page. Story after story. History. Legends. Warnings. Prophecies. Most of it I already knew.

The shadows recoiled, hissing, blinded by the sudden brilliance. I fell to my knees, shielding my eyes. When the light faded, I lifted my head—and gasped. A figure stood between me and the creature. Tall. Cloaked in moonlight. Eyes like endless skies. Power radiated from them in waves, pure and ancient. The First Wolf. Real. Here. Now. The creature hissed, shrinking back. “You have no place in this world anymore.” The First Wolf’s voice was a growl and a promise. “And yet I have come. Because she called me.”

I slowed down, my heart drumming hard against my chest. I summoned courage to venture into the land. The fog around faded away as I went further. The wolves walking around were busy going about their businesses. Surprisingly, no one seemed to care about me or the child in my arms. Nevertheless, I needed clarifications. I stopped a she-wolf who was quick to snarl at me. Her short disheveled black hair and dull green eyes made her look like one of the witches. Her lean body worsened her appearance, but I'd already stopped her.

Enyo Burnside The minute I shift I allow my wolf to take over as I feel myself drowning and I can’t seem to get my head around the words that appeared on the pages of the book or the feeling of familiarity that came the moment she opened the pages of that dusty old book. What is the truth? Is my whole life a lie? I don’t know but what I do know is I am glad Clayton didn’t follow me, I need to digest the information, and who did the old she-wolf mean by she visited me; My head is spinning with everything, I don't even realise where I am until the heavy scent of mums lillies hits me.

He started to step back — to give me the choice, open it alone or not at all — and my thumb had already found the cover and lifted it. I didn't decide to. That was the thing. My hands opened it the way they'd taken it, ahead of me — and there was the first page, a wolf in grey crayon, four legs, a tail like a question — and I couldn't have closed it again if the room had caught fire. He didn't finish stepping back.

I placed my palms against the cover and let the warmth seep into my skin. I smelled the scent of old books before I looked down. I was staring down at the first page in my own book, reading that ominous warning for the second time. ‘Please don’t let this be too far.’ My wolf murmured in my mind. ‘You’re supposed to be the fearless of the two of us.’ I reminded her quietly. ‘There’s fearlessness, and then there’s stupidity.’ She snarled back, “Wolves are not stupid creatures.’ ‘Nor are you humble.’ I grunted, flipping to the second page of my book.