Werewolf Holding Woman Novels & Stories

Kehlani ventured. The woman paused and gauged Kehlani for a second before saying, "Humans are really oblivious to the fact that there are more creatures roaming around, Infact we have seen a Werewolf with our very own eyes around here during a hunting escapade. I saw with my very own eyes, er? So they very much exist." Kehlani froze, "You saw a Wolf who turns into a human being?" "Yes." The woman nodded. "You think I'm lying? Ask Dean, he had been the one who handled it er?"

She transformed into a sleek wolf, her eyes gleaming with a fierce intensity. Tristan snarled, baring his teeth. He launched himself at her again, but she was ready. The two wolves clashed, their fur flying as they rolled and tumbled across the clearing. The woman's wolf form was powerful and swift, but Tristan's werewolf strength was formidable. They fought on, their growls and snarls echoing through the forest. Tristan managed to gain the upper hand, pinning the woman's wolf form to the ground. But she refused to submit, her eyes blazing with defiance. Just as Tristan was about to deliver the final blow, the woman's wolf form suddenly went limp. Tristan hesitated, confused.

No one wants their secrets to be known by a stranger, but I needed to know what exactly what was on Felix’s mind. I focused my mind and breathed deeply. An image flashed across my mind – a male werewolf holding onto a small, frail child. No. That couldn’t be right. It was a tiny female, much smaller than any werewolf I’d ever seen. She was a human. The blurry image sharpened into focus. I saw a male werewolf holding a pregnant female human in a desolate, snowy wasteland. But what did it mean? And what did it have to do with Felix? The werewolf was much older and taller than Felix, so I knew it wasn’t him. Was it a couple that he had known when he was in the North?

The appearance was indistinguishable, but it’s definitely a large wolf. When Zane was about to make contact with the strange looking being again, he saw it twist its body along with a painful whimper and instantly dropped on the ground. He saw a silver object penetrating half of it on the creature’s back and when he looked forward, he saw a man standing with a cold stare at him. Zane wasted no second and immediately grabbed Keira from the ground and was about to flee the scene when another figure blocked their way. But this time, it was another guy who looked like just a little older than them.

I snarl as I rush past the bodies. “No idea!” We hurry over to the where the kids are being held and as we do so, I can hear sounds of grunting and gasps. They are fighting. We round the corner and I just can't believe my eyes. All those bodies… able bodies, well trained wolves all knocked unconscious… not by a group of rogues but just one. A woman. My wolves were beaten up by a woman. “What the hell?” Mark mutters beside me in shock as we see her handle three men, each of them at least twice her size and she is kicking ass.

I saw Howard next to me still fainting while Crystal was being held by two men. “What do you think you're doing to her? Let go of Crystal!” I shout. My anger is overflowing with what I watch. A werewolf marked Crystal's arm with its long claw so that blood almost spilled on Crystal's body. “Themedeus, do you think you're still doing it right? You don't seem to remember who you are and who Crystal is,” said a man holding Crystal. The other one let go of Crystal's right arm and pushed the werewolf that hurt Crystal.

They hissed pushing the woman aside, which seemed to agitate Snow. Snow caught her, balancing her so she wouldn't fall “Don’t fight them. Don’t let your actions jeopardize you,” the woman thought inwardly and Snow heard. She mind-linked with her. She was a werewolf too! Snow’s eyes widened, lips parting in shock, ready to speak—but then a tap landed on her shoulder. “Come on, beg… that’s the only way you’ll get off scot-free. You acted all high and mighty,” the man from earlier sneered, grinning wildly, his crooked teeth glinting.

Moreover, the woman was a werewolf with Alpha's blood. Annette's wolf felt a little unsettled.

The boy flinched but I didn't give him enough time to pull away. Instead, I dodged to the left. Flung him out the door by his arm. He yelped but recovered. Quickly stood up and watched with wide eyes as the man tried to come at me again. His foot hit my knee. Sent me kneeling beside the lady. Her lights were out. Head sprawled at an odd angle. There was no doubt she had already passed on. A werewolf was considerably stronger than humans. Could decapitate someone with their bare hands if they wanted to. Her age didn't help her either.

Not yet. I really should leave whilst I’ve got the chance. But as I’m sweeping the room I look back to the angry looking woman who’s sat beside the door. She has thick grey hair and vibrant green eyes. She’s in a wheelchair, a blanket across her knees and she looks furious about it. She’s also a Werewolf.