Novel & Cerita Werewolf Sitting By Tree

My eyes land on a huge black wolf standing by my side! Completely covered in blood and with his eyes locked on me. I try to push myself further up against the tree so I'm sitting and leaning against it when I see the black wolf start to walk closer to where I sit, my head starts to spin and l know I have lost a lot of blood!

The forest came alive around me, heartbeats, breathing patterns, the rustle of creatures moving through underbrush. "Six werewolves, including myself," I began, eyes still closed. "A herd of deer about half a mile east. Water running somewhere to the north, a stream, I think. And..." I hesitated, catching an unfamiliar scent. "Someone else is watching us. From that oak tree at the edge of the clearing."

- Stand with your back to the trunk. Two guys were already bustling around, holding a long chain in their hands. The werewolf felt with all his being that the chain was silver and prepared for a new pain. Cold metal pierced his unprotected skin like red-hot spikes. He gritted his teeth, the guys quickly and very tightly chained him to the tree. Stupidity. The chain won't hold. Even silver.

"In my opinion, it'd be better to go back now and enjoy some wine and meat with those obedient female slaves. Why bother coming to this dark place to hunt wild animals late at night?" Under the tree, four or five werewolves gathered around, sitting or standing, burning torches stuck into the ground, illuminating this small, dim thicket. "Hey, don't say that. Alpha Ron just wants to entertain us better. There are many precious prey in this back mountain hunting ground," a scar-faced werewolf said mysteriously. "What kind?" one werewolf asked.

There he is. Sitting under an old oak tree, next to two beautiful, creaky rocking chairs like this is some kind of werewolf retirement brochure. He’s in one, glaring at the horizon like it owes him money. I take the empty one beside him and ease into it, letting the chair squeak under my weight. “What do you want?” he mutters without looking up. Charming. “You’re being kind of harsh, considering you don’t know the full story.” He snorts. “The full story? What do you know about any of this?”

After feasting on the bucks, the pack’s bellies were full and one by one they all stumbled off and found a cool bit of shade to pass out in. Jesse and I strolled off towards our favorite tree. An enormous oak tree with plenty of coverage from the afternoon sun. We shifted and Jesse sat down, resting his back against the tree’s giant trunk. I shifted and settled down on the grass, making sure to snuggle up with my husband. I’d come a long way since finding out about werewolves, seeing them naked around the town and pack house had me blushing at first and the idea of ever being naked myself around everyone was a no go. Now, I was used to it and didn’t think twice about shifting and letting it

The goddess is done taking my prayers though because the bigger wolf makes short work of the other one and then looks around for what next to kill- me. Snarling and frothing, it starts attacking the tree again. The tree thankfully holds, the thick truck too thick to be simply gouged out but the rogue wolf’s frustrations increase with every second that it cannot get to me. It huffs and snarls, and then throws its entire body weight into thr tree. I wasn’t expecting it and it’s so jarring that I nearly lose my seat on the tree and go crashing down. I grasp another branch at the last second and steady myself back in the tree. “Oh come on.” I mutter, annoyed. “What do you think you are? A wild p

And for the chance to sit down. I slowed down and circled around the edge of the clearing, sniffing every trunk for a sign of the wolves. I smelled the faint scent of red wolf, but the scent was either old or far away. I was safe, for now. I left the trees and headed toward the vehicle. I had barely taken two steps when the scent hit me fully. Werewolf.

After supper, we sat outside under a tree, watching the sun go down. Nix wrapped his arm around my shoulders, and I leaned against him. Nix practically doubled as a heater as the air cooled down, and I was comfortable. “I am afraid that feral wolves are nearby our pack borders,” Nix blurted out.