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

She slowly looked at the giant wolf who was walking ahead and thought, 'He did not kill me. Perhaps he can help me.' She followed him unhurriedly. She wondered where those wolves were who tried to catch her. 'Did they run away in fear when they saw this wolf?' She thought. Her steps halted when the wolf turned around and looked at her. She gasped when he frowned with his red eyes. "I-I didn't want to follow you. Please don't kill me." The wolf did not growl or shift. He only stared at her. She lowered her head to look at her dress. She could see herself under the moonlight. She saw that the mud had gotten all over her white clothing, including her hands and legs.

My body feels heavy, but my mind… my mind is awake now. Alive, loud and vivid. Images slice through me in rapid flashes—the bar, Zeke’s infuriating smile, my rage boiling over, leaving the bar. Then the scent in the air. Sweet, sickly, wrong. The shadow following me. My legs pumping, not as legs but as something more. Paws. My bones snapping and reforming, my skin tearing apart to make way for fur. A wolf. My wolf. The memories don't stop there. They keep going to the halloween night—the cage. The black wolf beneath silver bars. Ezekiel’s eyes staring into mine.

Logan and I are like a wolf and sheep arguing over matters of social interaction. I'm the black sheep of the family, and somehow this wolf moves in and starts telling me to do things to please him, but I will not have it. I was also a wolf wearing sheep's clothing because I had to hide from everyone who wanted my head for murder. I was watching Logan walking towards the window. I let out a tired groan, brushing my hair back. I saw the leather jacket on the bed, making me moan. I grabbed it and turned. "Hey, you forgot your-"

We head back towards the house and he bumps into my leg repeatedly, trying to get me to turn around. "Stop trying to herd me. I'm not a sheep." I tell him firmly, tossing him a treat as I walk into the bathroom to brush my teeth before bed. I lay down, thinking about the book as I stare at my ceiling. Basil jumps on the bed, spinning a few times before he lays down next to me. I run my fingers through his fur absentmindedly, my brain refusing to stop spinning as I think about the first few pages of the book. It started out with the beginning stages of a war, the main character building an army of werewolves to defeat their arch nemesis.

Gasping, I try to scramble back—only to hit something soft and cold behind me. A dead body. I recoil with a scream, spinning away, hands shaking, heart pounding in my ears. And then— The wolf turns to face me. Its fur is brilliant white, matted with streaks of blood. I press myself into the dirt, instinct screaming to run, but I can’t move. Muscles ripple beneath its coat as it steps forward, silent and slow. I am so dead. “Good wolf,” I whisper hoarsely. “Stay there. Please—don’t eat me. I’m not food. I’m not food…”

I sighed. I turned to the first story and started reading. I read story after story. Some were interesting, some were familiar, some were bizarre. Then, more than halfway through the book, I found it. The very first line read, "There once was a young girl. Her wolf had no name." It was titled, 'Child of Stars', kind of fitting since my Dad's wolf is Starfire. My wolf chimed in with her usual pessimism, 'It won't help.'

Timing ready. We’re supposed to wait for my signal. My wolf doesn’t wait. He launches forward. A howl shatters the quiet. Shock. Panic. The rogues scramble, bodies twisting into wolf form in desperate confusion. Too late. The battle begins. I slam into the first wolf like a falling boulder. Bones crack between my teeth. Hot blood floods my mouth. Metallic. Warm. Alive. But my wolf isn’t satisfied. He doesn’t pause. He doesn’t assess.

Ann Chapter three "Take off your clothes!" This time her voice sounded cold and deadly. My eyes bulged alongside my head which had snapped left. I wasn't putting on any inner dress and there is this man over there. I nipped to catch a quick glimpse, my eyes get honed with his, and my heart rang inaudible words. My inner wolf was uttering some words but I couldn't pick up. I feigned ignorance and deafness. Never would I have to strip in front of this cute man.

Chapter 13 • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Levi ventured beyond the familiar confines of the school premises, the weight of his decision heavy on his shoulders. With a swift and fluid motion, he underwent a transformation, his human form melting away, giving rise to a magnificent and majestic wolf. The moonlight cascaded over his fur, lending it a shimmering glow, while his eyes, a mesmerizing shade of golden, radiated with an otherworldly grace.

Laying everything out, I settle onto the blanket, arranging everything so I am comfortable. Meeting the pitch black eyes of the wolf, I invite him to join me, melting into the warmth and comfort he provides. As natural as breathing, my fingers find their way to his ears, twirling them gently while a gentle hum vibrates through him. “Are you ready to reveal your identity yet, Mr. Wolf?” I ask, looking him over. “No? Hmm, very well…another time, perhaps?” He sighs, laying his head in my lap while I snuggle tighter to his body. Pulling the notebook into my lap, I turn to the first page, admiring the handwritten scrawl in black ink covering the page.