Was Jacob's Dad A Werewolf Novels & Stories

If there wasn’t the Clear Waters pack for Jace to lead, he would be Jaxon’s beta. “My mother was a human…” Dad’s words leave a silence hanging within the air around us. His aura was withdrawn, low. He was opening his soul to us, his wolf also willing to do so and not fighting him. “What?” Knox mutters the word that I seem too shocked to say for myself. “Your mother was a human?” Knox’s asks, as my brothers and I stare dumbfounded at Dad. A human? Dad is half human, half werewolf…. “Yes, and it was felt as a hybrid I wouldn’t have been fit to rule.”

"The Chesterfields kidnapped you and your sister when you were babies for their experiments." My heart skipped a beat as I tried to process the information. My entire life, everything I had known about my family, was a lie. "Who are my actual parents, then?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "Your father is a werewolf named Henry Luther," Blake said. "Luther?" I repeated, the name sounding familiar. "Jacob Luther," he clarified. "The one we met on Monday when we were hiking." “Is he my brother?” I asked.

she told me. I started breathing heavily at what she had said. All my life I thought it was the blood-eyed werewolf who had killed my father and dad, but it wasn't him. I had been blaming myself and stressed for over 12 years for nothing at all. "Red, what is wrong?" my mom asked me worried. "Why have you been hiding the identity of the werewolf who killed my father and brother?" I asked her angrily. "Why does it bother you, grey eyes or blood eyes it's still a vicious werewolf who enjoys killing," my mom answered me.

Rosh read on my search engine. I was surprised when Rosh suddenly appeared at my back. He was giggling about my search online. "How did you come here? I never hear my door open.?" I asked him. "I jump." He confidently replied. "What?! You can jump high?" I asked. "Yes, remember, I am a werewolf and alpha." He was bragging. "Wow. How I wish I was a she wolf." I said. "I like you as you are now. You don't have to be the same with us." Rosh said and hugged me.

Andrews. I put my glasses on to look closer. I ask them; "Okay. We already know that have ever was in that tomb, killed a lot of people." "Not that part, Dr. Andrews. This section over here." I enlarge the image to look at it closely. My jaw drops as I see it. I ask the team; "Is that a-" "It is a werewolf! We have discovered the first actual evidence of the existence of a werewolf." I step back and say;

“You think Warrick is a hybrid?” I ask. “I do.” my dad says. “What is he mixed with then?” I ask and pinch my bottom lip between my thumb and pointer finger. This is too much. “I think he is part werewolf and part demon,” my dad says, effectively knocking the air out of my lungs. I stumble back, a pained cry comes from my lips. “No. He can’t be! Demons are evil creatures, dad!”

He was human again, but he looked broken. "I told you," he gasped, his voice a broken glass rasp. "I told you to stay away." "I saw you," Kaelira said, her voice stronger than she felt. She walked toward him, ignoring the instinct that told her to run miles in the opposite direction. "I saw all of it. The wolves. The shifting. The... the pack." Zayden looked up at her, his face pale and etched with a terrifying vulnerability. "Then you know what I am. You know I'm a monster."

"So, was my father a werewolf like my grandmother?" Joseph's face softened. He met her gaze with a quiet understanding. "Yes. Your father was a wolf. And so is every member of the Holt family." Tasha's eyes widened in disbelief. She opened her mouth, but no words came out at first. Finally, she spoke, her voice quiet but firm. "Then... does that mean I could be one too?"

Jacob narrated. “It was believed that when the Alpha got mated, he was an inch closer to become the first werewolf king of the realm. But someone close to him betrayed and took everything from him. He was killed by that betrayer. But the Alpha fought till his last breath.” Jacob sighed at last. Everything he said boiled my blood. I never knew and saw who my biological father was but I can’t hear anything that made my heart wrench for them. “What happened to Luna?” I asked him while keeping my eyes closed. “No one heard of her, ever.” Jacob’s words break my heart.

As she went in, I scurried off, slipping into one of the nearby barns. There, my fated werewolf mate Jacob was impatiently pacing. He stopped when he saw me and rushed to my side. I pressed my forehead to Jacob’s while we held each other’s hands. This was the most affection I dared to allow us to show to one another. While it was still possible I might be selected as a vampire tribute, I didn’t dare take any risks. To do so, and to be caught, meant the whole werewolf pack would be punished. After my father had been killed by vampires, I couldn’t lose anyone else, not when all I needed to do was wait one more day.