Unwind Characters Novels & Stories

My body tensed immediately as my fight-or-flight reflexes went into overdrive. I would be fighting. Stella was ready to shift. The warriors' hard faces suddenly morphed into huge smiles, and they broke out in loud whoops and cheers. “Ha! Nice outfit,” said one with an obnoxious chortle, pointing at Josh’s elf clothing. The other walked closer, slapping Josh on the back as if he’d done it a million times before. “Josh! Welcome home.”

My Gamma Hector stopped me with a puzzled look “Alpha, you have only just returned, where are you going?” I gave him a sly grin “France, I have a game of chase my wolf and I are going to play, it’s called ‘catch the Luna’ I said with a smile as I entered my jet again. My Gamma called to me, and asked if this was the right choice. I scoffed and replied to him “We’re wolves Victor, we love a good game of chase” I said with a mischievous grin as I prepared the plan for takeoff. I am coming my little fire cracker, try to outrun me

"I'll leave you to it then." I went out of the house and went to the car. I got in and drove to the outlet where I would be getting her the phone. As I drove, I saw people walking all around and I smiled to myself, happy about the achievement I had made ever since I became the Alpha. I soon got to the outlet where electronic gadgets were bought. The outlet was still on the vast land of Night Wolves Pack, but still at a quiet distance. I got out of the car and made my way to the outlet. I was just about to open the door when it opened of its own accord. Maybe not of its own accord since I saw two Elders walking out of the place. They must have seen me also because they bowed their heads in re

He seemed lost in thought, his mind drifting away with the wind. The great Lucien talking about reverence as if it were something so ordinary? And worse, him—the one who hid from his people, wanting to be forgotten by his kin after his clan, the Mesclados Fists, was wiped out—now commenting on how wonderful it is to be seen? Hypocrite! I didn’t answer anything. The anger was bubbling inside me while the wolf admired every inch of his muscular arm, his feline, animalistic walk. I just walked beside him in silence, lost in my own thoughts.

In the dimly lit clearing, amidst the murmurs of the surrounding trees, Ivan Abraham, Alpha of the Blood Thorn Pack, delivered the crushing blow that shattered Nadina Sebastien's world. “I Ivan Abraham, Alpha of the blood thorn pack rejects you, Nadina Sebastien.” His words, dripping with disdain, cut through the air like a sharpened blade, leaving Nadina clutching her chest as tears streamed down her face. Another scar, both physical and emotional, marred the once unblemished skin of her neck, marking yet another rejection from an alpha.

The school bell rings, signaling the end of the class and I begin to collect my stuff when Shane's sullen voice stops me from what I am doing. "Her name is Beth. Beth Russell. She joined the school last year, under the Alpha's permission to live as a lone wolf. She wasn't exiled from her pack, so she isn't a rogue, but she ran away to become a lone wolf. She is currently without a pack and that makes her a part of a very dangerous situation. Please don't do anything that will put either of you in danger, Jay. I trust you on this. I know you won't try anything dangerous."

Same with Allen who also shrugged his shoulders. On the other hand, Allyssa gave them a missed kick while grunting. They went to the room Allyssa just mentioned. There, Jevro received his soothing from his friend and another male Gwandy. The comforting is simple. The two Gwandy put their palms on his chest for a few minutes while his absorbing their healing powers. After that, they both went to the place where the meeting room is.

My legs were free, but what good would that do me against an entire pack? I was also so cold that I couldn't feel my fingers. The warm fire was right there, yet so far away. My eyes skimmed the dancing werewolves, almost curiously. Some of them were painted with black paint; some of them were wearing animal skin. The women wore intricate braids woven with bones and beads, their eyes gleaming in the firelight. The men bared their chests, their skin streaked with dark markings, moving in sync with the rhythmic pounding of a distant drum.

He leaned over, the flogger’s tails ghosting over Sean's ruined, throbbing chest. "Halfway to ten, you stinky alpha doggy!" Alexander whispered, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. "You’re sounding so much more like a pet now. Let’s see if you can keep that pretty mouth working for the next ninety-five." Sean’s eyes were bloodshot and overflowing with tears, his mouth hanging open as he panted. The grey wolf ears on his head were slightly lopsided from his thrashing, making him look even more like a broken, discarded plaything.

His teeth that were straight and shockingly white, are now yellow with black spots at the tops and bottoms. Gnarled fingers grasp the ball at the top of a short walking stick. His formerly tall and straight body is now much shorter and bent. Legs are slightly bowed outward under the plaid kilt of the Picts. Even his arms appear thin like twigs in the very loose-fitting flaxen shirt.