The Wolves Los Angeles Reviews の小説・ストーリー

They knelt down and pushed my sweat laced raven hair away from my face, their eyes open and kind. “Hello.” The one with brown eyes and rainbow hair said sweetly, his tone low and soft. “Hello.” I responded nervously, watching him for any sign of aggression. “Why are you laid on the ground?” The second wolf asked me, his blue eyes curious and yet humorous. I sighed, knowing that I should think before I speak, not all tribes were friendly to strangers. “I tripped and I am unable to get back up, I was in the glass tubes for days without food or water.”

I prevented the guard from announcing my presence and went in myself. I was about to enter their living room when I started hearing an argument from them. Apparently, they were arguing about whether to release Zendaya's wolf or not. The alpha insists on them giving back her wolf but the wife kept on yelling and threatening him not to. Another voice was pleading to release her son. The house was chaotic. I couldn't believe my ears. My eyes were literally bleeding. What kind of souls are these people? how could they go to this extent to harm a girl?

Even alphas. Dwight sighed. He still can’t believe all this is happening. He still can’t believe his friend will try to hurt his mate. He felt betrayed. ¶¶¶ Luna Lily smiled as she watch the two wolves fight to death. As the Luna of the War pack, she feels like she is the most powerful Luna and she treats her pack members like crap just to entertain herself. She chewed on meat as she watched with keen interest. “Luna, please. Let them stop this fight. My son might die. He’s just sixteen. Please Luna”, a woman begged Luna Lily but she just smiled.

The women present in the room watched in fascination as both lips of pretty, soft petals opened like a flower blooming in summer. They started sweating. They hunger that their wolves were making them feel seemed unquenchable. Their throats were so dry, they had to forcefully gulp down the water that had filled their mouths at the sight of the prey that was lying naked, helpless in front of them like nothing but a piece of meat. Now it was time to fill their mouth with the taste of their Luna’s cum.

“Mount up!” --- *The Valley* We hit the ridge line as the sun hit noon. Below us, the valley was white and open and stupid to fight in. No cover. No trees. Just snow and death. Perfect for Claws. They came over the far ridge like a black tide. 200 wolves. No, _warriors_. Some in fur, some in skin. All armed. All snarling. And in the middle, on a snowmobile, Luna Mother. She was holding a bundle of white fur.

Another roar rumbled the Earth but this time it was not what sucked the life out of me. The men in front of my eyes had turned into monsters. Unnatural and terrifying big wolves. Not wolves... these wolves stood up like humans. "Oh, my Lord! Make it a delusion." I mumbled as my wits left me. The monster-cum-Jordan eyes fell on me when I tried to make an attempt at life. He snatched me up by the waist in his claws. "God, let it be a dream! Please!" I took a breath in to shout my heart out as my last ditch effort before death when another scream breached the cruel forest.

Lucia takes a long breath and finds the stillness again with the specific expression of a five-year-old doing something hard, knowing it's hard, and doing it anyway. The neutral wolves are the question that's been arriving in various forms for four months. It's the question that two-pack London produces in wolves who aren't affiliated with either pack, who are watching both operate, and who are making the assessment that unaffiliated wolves make—where the better version of the things they need is available.

His growl intensifies, a sound that reverberates in the air, full of challenge and defiance. At the same time, Lúa, Gil's wolf, also shows her rejection to Gil's Archon. Her fur, white as snow, bristles, her blue eyes flashing with fierce determination. The Archon tries to enter her, but Lúa rebuffs her. She moves away from the divine entity, her body moving with a grace and agility that belies her size. The wolves, creatures of nature and instinct, reject the divinity of the Archons. It's a terrifying and astonishing scene that leaves everyone stunned. The wolves, in their purest and most savage state, are defying the divine entities.

Layla works alongside one of West Ridge’s captains, their commands sharp and synchronized, and the sight of it draws murmurs of approval from watching wolves. This is not fracture.

In the middle of a clearing, two massive wolves were locked in battle. Luka’s dark, hulking form clashed with Alec’s silver wolf, their fur matted with blood and dirt. Their snarls filled the air, a terrifying sound of raw power and fury. They circled each other, teeth bared, their eyes blazing with a hatred so deep that it cut through Elara like a knife.