Under Armour Werewolf Jacket Mens Novels & Stories

Alpha of the Shadowmoon Pack, and the bane of my existence. He stood a head taller than most wolves in the room, his frame lean but corded with muscle that rippled beneath his perfectly tailored black jacket. The fabric stretched across his shoulders, expensive and fitted, the kind that cost more than most pack members earned in a month. Everything about him screamed calculated wealth wrapped around barely leashed violence.

But they didn't pick out anything cute. I put on a pair of boyfriend jeans which really annoyed me due to how big they left on me. There was a long white sleeve button up with a beige knitted vest. As well as a dark green cardigan for an extra layer to have on. Not that a werewolf needed one. We ran naturally high temperatures. He brought back pair of brown leather winter boots that looked exactly my size and a pair of wool socks. He looked determined to get them on me.

Not crowns. I laid out the clothes on the bed I will wear tonight: dark trousers, a fitted black blouse with slashed sleeves, and over it a long leather jacket lined with wool for the cold night roads. The boots are sturdy and scuffed. Not a Luna's gown. A woman’s armor. My wolf purred. "Yes. That’s better." I smoothed the jacket across the bed, brushing away imaginary dust. This wasn’t a garment for feasts or ceremonies. It was for leaving. For surviving. For riding into the unknown.

She approached me with a primal stare and it was then I noticed how tall she actually was. “You’ve caused a lot of trouble Elsa, a great deal of trouble. Follow us.” She turned, without sparing me a second, walking back to the bridge. The other werewolves turned back to humans too, in the blue uniform. Their outfits weren’t affected but that's no surprise because werewolf outfits, uniforms and battle suits are crafted from a fabric called lerithium. This fabric adapts to the current werewolves size both in werewolf and human form adapting magically immediately.

It was more familiar that way. He removed the bag from his shoulder, threw off his cloak and began to undress. A navy blue shirt of expensive fabric with intricate gold trim was casually thrown onto a dusty chair, followed by a leather jacket with metal inserts on the sleeves in the form of bracers and trousers with the same inserts below the knees. Not armor, of course, but almost combat attire. The leather for the manufacture of these things went special and could well withstand an arrow hit from any distance, and the dagger blade can stop. And there was also a lining of metal links - thin, but very durable chain mail. Yarsi refused to wear armor - they slowed down their movements too much

The first-ranked Alpha was around in his late 20s and rumours had it that he already had seven kids and 2 concubines in addition to his Luna. After another 30 minutes, the second-ranked Alpha arrived looking more majestic than the other two Alphas. He's dressed in a golden brown top coat made of Vicuna wool with a white turtle neck shirt made of baby cashmere underneath it. His black pants were also of vicuna fabric and his black and gold checkered leather shoes screamed 'Custom made!' and had the letters R.P. at the heels. At the hem of the right side of his jacket was an image of a fearsome black wolf with red eyes and a moonstone necklace around its neck- the brand of Ralton pack. His Bet

Alpha Jax Pentagon. He was one of the greatest Alpha's to rule and he towered over me as he pulled me closer to him forcing me on my feet. His wide chest pressed against my small frame and his black hair fell over his shoulders. He wore a black leather jacket over a black shirt and black leather trousers that hugged his muscular legs that could hunt down the fastest wolf in the pack. His eyes were the scariest thing about him. Usually they were a cold green color but with the power of the full moon awakening his powers and making him more wolf than human they were red now.

The man’s golden eyes narrowed on Roseanne as he approached them. Up close, the man is wearing a black uniform made of thick faux fur. The long coat makes him seem even larger than an average werewolf. There was a brooch pinned to his coat. It is a round band with a silver wolf in the middle, standing on its hind legs, holding a pair of blue roses.

He was horrified by the image, so he immediately scrolled down to the website's context and read it. “Werewolves are people who morph into vicious wolves, according to some legends. The weaker ones look exactly like a normal wolf and can be seen in some cold weathered parts of the world. The powerful ones are mutants—a combination of human and wolf. They have a hairy human head with sharp fangs, elongated sharp claws, and a fur-covered human body. But both are bloodthirsty beasts who can not control their lust for killing. They have a thousand times more senses than anyone else—”

{Name: Kirou} {Race: Werewolf(Lycan/Human)} {Class: Weapon Master} {Subclass: Crafting Master} {Weapons: Gunblade Tonfas, Beginner Knife, Wolf Claws, Enchanted Steel Chain, Threaded Wires...} {Armor: Swampland Leather Armor Set (vest, pants, gloves, boots, crocodile helmet), Mysterious Bead(???)} {Level: 13} {HP: 732/732 (432+100+200)}