Werewolf Sitting Under Tree Novels & Stories

She had been here, and recently. Rising to his feet, the mountain werewolf scanned the surroundings with his keen eyes. The faint outline of footsteps was visible in the soft earth, leading deeper into the forest. With a fluid motion, he leaped up, landing silently on a low-hanging branch. From there, he sprang from tree to tree, moving swiftly and silently through the canopy, his eyes always on the trail below.

“Can you do this?” A hard wipe of a sleeve. “Yeah. Okay.” They stepped—two fire teams, bounding overwatch—under the dark skirts of the trees. The first hit fell. A massive werewolf dropped from the branches like a boulder of fur and teeth, smashing into Linda. Claws tore armour like paper. She screamed, hands scrabbling at slick hide. “Help me!” Tara’s scream ripped free as the others opened up—muzzles strobing the gloom. Rounds thudded; the beast barely flinched. It bit, wrenched—Linda’s trachea came away in its jaws; a red arc painted the pavement.

She paid attention to the footprints left and concluded that it was a wolf. What was a wolf doing out here by this time of the day? She kept walking and came to a stop at a huge tree, where the blood stopped. Listening closer, she heard heavy breaths coming from the tree. Calling herself all sorts of names, she made her way to the other side of the tree and gasped when she saw a lady, very naked sitting under the tree. She looked terrible. Sweating profusely despite the cold and her hands were clenched at her stomach.

I open my eyes and I am in the forest but I'm sitting on a tree branch for some reason, I look around but I don't see anything or anyone, not even Selene. I lay back and rest my head against the body of the tree, I'm pretty sure this is where I am meant to be so I'll just play the waiting game, I am not sure how long I've been here but some movement below me caught my attention, I watch as a few little Pixie looking critters carry a baby and wolf pup, the baby was placed below the tree I am perched on and the pup carried over to the little isle I once laid on to recover near the Life Tree.

'Our mate is here' My wolf yipped happily. I quickened my walk and slowly peeked my head out. He was sitting below the Mango tree and was doing something with a notebook. Surprisingly the leech was not here. He was in a simple blue half sleeve t-shirt and a grey sweat pant but he looks so hot and sexy showing off his delicious muscles. My wolf wants to come out and do so many perverted things. With a sigh, I continued to relish the peace by looking at him. "If you want to ogle my body without my knowledge, you should have masked your scent. You don't have to hide behind the curtain."

"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.

"I have no thought. I didn't indeed know that I may do that until it happened. Can we sit down?" "Don't see why not. But let's remain as near to this spot as we can." He made a difference her sit against the closest tree trunk. "Are you cold?" The fog appeared to be getting heavier. "No, I'm affirm. I have a hot-blooded werewolf to keep me warm." She gave him a bit of a watery smile. "Hey, that's sufficient of that. Let's conversation approximately something else." "How did you conclusion up in that pack you were in if yours…was gone?"

These questions swirled in his mind, but he maintained his focus, determined to fulfil his duty as a werewolf protector. Suddenly, Mark halted, his body tensing. Ryder swiftly took cover behind a large tree, peering through the branches to see what had caught Mark's attention. In the clearing ahead, a pair of yellow eyes glowed in the darkness, revealing the presence of a formidable figure. The rogue wolf stood tall and muscular, its fur a dark shade of gray, bristling with aggression. It growled, revealing its massive teeth, while flexing its powerful claws. Ryder could sense the wild energy emanating from the creature and braced himself for the impending confrontation.

Even though the sun has risen it is still dark here since the branches of the tree are covering the light. I sit down and lean on the trunks beside the horse before opening a bottle of water. I drank it and left some of it to wash my face. I don't need to hurry since I know that in a few minutes, in a small distance I can find the werewolves' lair. After washing my face using the water in the bottle I choose to fix my hair and style it in a high ponytail.