Warriors Mousefur Mga Nobela at Kwento

I need help. I ran to my best friend's house. We’ve been through thick and thin and he will be able to help me. Help us. Five Years Later: Max Pov Rain went to Jail for a crime he didn’t commit, I couldn’t face the rest of the wolves so I split. I couldn’t handle life without Sarah and Rain in it. Things just were not what they were supposed to be anymore. I couldn’t wait to leave but now I can never go back. My mate is dead, and I’m here overseas in the military with my head in the sand. It’s hot as fuck out here. But our mission is to help rebuild a school. That’s what I’m doing kinda. There is a witch doctor here in their local village. As I was giving out water one day she came up to me.

Maybe I can reveal the person that controls the rogue wolves since it connects to the same person that they said killed my parents. I am not going to die here, no I am going to live and reveal that secret. The determination made me wake up, reaching for my spear at the nic of time and using it to slash him as I tried standing up. "A numbing poison," I muttered knowing the bitch added another kind of poison to it. For some reason I was happy my team wasn't around, although they could have helped but that doesn't mean I wouldn't be putting their life at risk. He was fast, someone has been training them but they won't know this and would think he is just an ordinary rogue wolf and would attack

Rufus, sensing my aggression, let out a low growl. The clash was swift and brutal. I fought with the ferocity of a cornered beast, channeling my power into each strike. Lightning danced from my fingertips, momentarily stunning some of the guards. Rufus, a blur of brown fur and razor-sharp claws, ripped through the ranks with surprising agility. Rufus did his best to help but when the shaman under the Alpha Darach struck back he couldn't fight on.

Aiden asks me this time, joining Rowan in squatting, and I nod my head yes, feeling tears starting to gather in my eyes, and then they started to fall. "I know it's a lot to take in, but how about I tell you a story of what happened?" daddy Aiden asks me. "I can hold you while he tells you," daddy Rowan offers and I nod wanting to be held, he dragged me from underneath the bed and placed me on his lap over the bed instead of underneath it. "One hundred-sixteen years ago to be precise, Moira was one of our best captains, she mated the alpha next door, back then, he was just becoming alpha, that was a rough time, half of the pack was trying to kill him," he says.

And just like that, the training grounds erupted with new life, every wolf eager to prove themselves beneath my gaze. The feeling was back again, the one I never thought I would feel again. By the time I put the fifth warrior down, I had a name to it. Peace. Strenght. Motivation.

In mere seconds, a massive black wolf—larger than any other on the battlefield—hit the ground, his golden eyes blazing. Finn wasn’t just an Alpha—he was Ironfur’s Alpha. And he was about to remind everyone exactly what that meant. The second his paws met the earth, he charged. A rogue barely had time to react before Finn ripped into him, tossing his body aside like it was nothing.

“West Fang and Starfire packs.” I smiled at that. “Seems you see some reasoning?” he asked. The audacity of this man! West Fang was a pack that were filled with warriors, and they made the best weapons. Starfire, on the other hand, is a mine pack. The resources gotten from there are used to boost our wealth. “Isn’t that exploitation, Hansel?” I asked. “Add some respect to my name,” he said with gritted teeth. “It isn’t. This is a fair trade.”

Wrong. And in front of the hut stood a woman. She was young. Beautiful. With long black hair and eyes that gleamed with ancient power. Morgana. “Well, well,” she said. Her voice was silk and poison. “The alpha daughter and the cursed prince. How delightful.” The cursed wolf burst from the trees behind us. Morgana raised one hand. The wolf exploded. Just… exploded. Blood and bone and fur scattered across the clearing. “Sorry about that,” Morgana said. “Council pets are so poorly trained these days.”

Alexander seated in his throne with legs crossed as he gazed on the clan members below him. They were all laughing and celebrating because of the success in their bombardment to the L.A headquarter. Not only that, they were able to capture potential men and women who will be used in dealing with the their clan activities. Just then the door suddenly opened that made everyone froze and tilted their heads into the entrance door. The representatives of the other two factions made their grand entrance with the leadership of Sam Well , the second Boss of the Black Wolf's faction. Alexander noticed a young boy being carried by Melo, the new representative of the Fary Wolf Clan faction. He noticed

No mother should have to endure the pain of losing a child. Her death had been brutal. Moon Fang had been quiet throughout the Pack Wars and the politics that came along with it. As followers of the old ways and the family of the Conduit it was their duty to not intervene unless instructed too by the Moon. The faith allowed them to miss the pettiness that the wars had started over. The wolves had lost the true reason for life and had lost their faith altogether, a recurring issue that had led to the unresolved issues that still plagued them.