Was Jacob's Dad A Werewolf Novels & Stories

“When the moon starts to descend, it’s easier. She doesn’t hold her sway nearly as much. Are you ever going to stop talking?” I loudly shrugged so he could hear me and followed it with a playful tease, “Too much has happened. I feel like I’m wide awake now.” “You know, for someone who isn’t supposed to be swayed by the moon, you act pretty full of lunacy, you’ve also been spreading some pretty strong pheromones tonight.” “Dad was a werewolf,” I nodded, “Some things can’t be helped.” “Your mother wasn’t?” “No, thank the gods!” I laughed. “Nothing against your kind, but you have to admit, you’re a bunch of animals.”

Beta Brighton took her arm, and ducked away towards the trees. One of my warriors let out a horrific scream. A wolf had his leg in its mouth. I whipped out my knife and lunged, severing off the wolf’s back leg. It was a fierce battle. Rogues, werewolves, warriors. We all fought. My mind raced. Who were these… And then I saw him. Jacob’s father. Alpha Sylar. Fighting WITH… the werewolves.

Jacob and Andy "Alright Alpha Timothy, we will discuss everything and then see you tonight for dinner. Are you completely positive this is something you would be willing to do? You realize that this could have blowback when it comes to Jacob's father?" 'Not yours Andy?' "My father would never start a war, especially with wolves. He isn't like that, it's actually the biggest reason that our fathers have such issues with one another. Jacob's father can't grasp why my father isn't hostile like he believes vampires should be, or how he had a whole coven that follows him.

I clenched my thighs. I had a feeling that his statement had sexual ties. “I know, right?” I said sarcastically. “Pardon her rudeness, Luca. I wonder where she took that from.” Mum directed to Luca. I rolled my eyes at that statement, knowing it all came from her. “Mum, could you just carry on?” I asked. “Your father was an original werewolf. He was a unique wolf with extraordinary abilities. This was because he was a direct descendant of the moon goddess. He was an immortal with many enemies.” she let out.

Dad? What do you know about werewolves?" I asked him again. He looked at me completely pale, unable to talk. He stood up and began to walk away. "Is Elena one?" Dad froze at his steps. I knew I had hit a spot. It was clear that Dad was hiding something about the werewolves and Elena, and he didn't want to say anything about it. "I told you to forget about her?" He sounded mad. "How can I Dad? How can I? When the mention of her name or either werewolves makes your blood boil and sweat drip from your face. Who is Elena, Dad? And what do you know about werewolves?" My voice calmed.

Lola asked. The employee did not even look at her, “That is classified information.” He pointed at the screen which showed a map, “So Lola. Your DNA had a unique resemblance to werewolf DNA. The DNA will give you the ability to transform into a werewolf. All we know about werewolves is that they used to live in packs and have a strict hierarchy inside these packs. Basically, Alpha and Luna are the highest, then beta and omega is the lowest. As far as we know they could transform whenever they want, and the status of the moon had no influence. They lived in rural areas far away from civilization, preferably forest areas. We suggest you start looking at the biggest forest right here; the Tonga

I start eating while my brother speaks. "So I found out what happened the night at the ball. Father tried to bribe your mate into leaving you alone. Your mate did not like that idea so father had the guards beat him up. Nothing bad would have happened to your mate but father knew that a werewolf in his wolf form would seriously beat the guards, so he asked a vampire doctor to inject him with wolfsbane. Father did not tell me how much wolfsbane they injected." I just stare at Victor trying to wrap my head around this new information. Why would dad stoop so low.

Finally, after a heavy silence, he runs a hand through his hair and mutters, “A pack was attacked last night. A werewolf pack just beyond the eastern border.” My heart lurches. “Attacked?” He nods his head grimly. “Dad sent scouts. It was brutal. I need to go with him, to see the damage, to help however I can.” I freeze, my stomach twisting. Images flood my mind, territory in ruins, innocent wolves slaughtered. And then, without my permission, Griffen’s face pushes its way into my thoughts. My chest tightens painfully. No. No, it cannot be. He would not. He...

“He must have realized his folly and sent his men begging me to not leave, that he wanted to talk personally with me while making amends.” I didn't like it. There was something fishy about how quickly the other Alpha had come around. "Are you sure it's not a trap?" I asked. Dad smiled, and I realized that whatever else he may have been, my father was one of the most powerful werewolves in creation. "Don't worry about me, son, but thank you for worrying. It means a lot to me." He looked from one to the other of us, his smile going sad. "Just go home," Dad said quietly, gently as if I had not heard him speak. "Look after our people now."

“I can’t say that my dad was that involved when I was that young… I can’t remember clearly, but I remember when Eason was a baby, and he wasn’t around like that.” Charles closed the door behind us. “Your father was a werewolf. Culturally, that makes sense, but also, your instincts at that age wouldn’t have reacted to him the way Richard reacts to you or would react to Devin if he were around.” He paused. “Even though Devin is in a lower class, he would, given the chance, recognize him as his parent and thus a source of protection. Ultimately, he would have clung to you as a better source of protection, but that hardly matters.” I fell into step with him as he headed down the hallway. “I feel