Under Armour Werewolf Jacket Mens Novels & Stories

“Put these on.” I took them, unfolded them, and nearly choked. “Absolutely not.” “What? They’re perfect.” “They’re small,” I said. “And exposed. And barely clothes.” “It’s Poseidon,” he said, like that explained everything. “Goddesses don’t wear heavy jackets. And wolves weren’t even meant to wear clothes originally. So, technically, this is more historically accurate.” “Historically accurate for who?” I lifted the top piece between two fingers. “This looks like string pretending to be fabric.”

“Thanks.” “Too perfect. You military?” Jake raised the sleeve again. “SASR. Sniper First Class.” A grin flickered. “Who dares wins.” They said it together, a laugh cracking the tension. “This is Zak,” Jake told Kim and Jane. “Zak—Kimberly. Jane.” “Pleasure,” Zak said, crisp. Then to Kim, lower: “Keep it quiet for now, but… werewolves have overrun the city.” Kim held his stare. “You’re serious?”

I was now dressed in the traditional werewolf Alpha attire. To be honest, it was very revealing. The top was some sort of black one-arm tank top that covered the top half of my abdomen. It was decorated with the ancient pack logo in gold and a few floral golden designs as well. It had a string of cloth that went around my body and connected to my pants. The pants were white and huge, it was like a skirt on each leg and they were very low set. They covered my shoes which were a very simple sock-like and surprisingly comfortable fit.

I weakly cursed as I picked up my black Calvin Klein boxer, I looked to the side wondering if the wind had just blown my t-shirt and my jeans away but I saw nothing. "Ugh! Naughty kids." I can't help but feel a little bit annoyed when I thought that the kids here in the pack house might have taken my clothes, they really love doing this to my pack warriors. "I guess I'm going to the cellar with only my boxer now," I said softly to myself and put on my Calvin Klein boxer. It is normal in a werewolf pack to see naked bodies everywhere because every time we shift whether into our wolf form or human form we always need to take off our clothes.

The earthy, musky scent only cemented that it was a werewolf. Julian strolled in, hands in the pockets of his sweatpants. He had a sheepish smile tugging at his lips. My eyes moved from him to the more domineering presence that stood behind him. The man was tall and muscular — filling out his silk black button-down. I quickly did a sweep of him, finding him in black dress slacks that hugged his thighs and loafers.

There is no empty time. Harry descended the small staircase that would lead him to the front yard of the packhouse, Zack was wearing almost the same outfit as the others, a pair of knee-length shorts. Indeed, for the sake of mobility and convenience for the male werewolves, it is easier to wear shorts, because they will run easily… and when they change they can carry the shorts at the snout.

“And where on Earth did you come from?” This wolf doesn’t respond, but as if hearing my question, the howl of another beast cuts through the wind. Great, just what I need, a small pack of infected fighting over me like a chew toy. Thankfully, my leather armor is spelled. Pulling down my goggles and pulling up my mask, I can feel the hum of the protection spell activating as the circuit is closed. If I had known that we’d be facing super wolves, I’d have stayed up late to finish Hawthorne’s coat. I know he doesn’t like the tight fighting leathers, so I have been crafting a version made of chaps and a duster to keep him safe.

Mine also raised. Hidden deep in the curtained alcove of one window was a handsome male werewolf clothed in steel and navy blue garb. One muscled shoulder was bared, and half of his shirt and outer cloak made with silver ermine fur were tied around his waist. Strips of black leather covered his shapely thighs, but his feet were bare.

So, my thoughts roamed back to the people I saw back at the Vale. It was easy to tell the difference between the vampires and humans. Vampires wore a variety of outfits in what I was surprised to find were rather modern and stylish designs. The humans, however, all seemed to be wearing clothes made in similar fabric – what I assumed was coarse white cotton and gray wool. I noticed how all humans seemed busy with something. I was fairly certain that we humans were the workforce that was keeping the Blood Shade going. We were the Shade’s blood and sweat. Both literally and figuratively.

the healer said. He wore a suit of armor made of silver and steel, with intricate engravings that depicted the history of his pack. The armor was polished to a shine and was adorned with symbols of his rank and authority. The chest plate of the armor was emblazoned with the symbol of the wolf, representing his strength and leadership as the Alpha of the pack. The gauntlets and greaves were adorned with intricate designs, and the helmet that he wore was adorned with a fierce-looking wolf's head.