Werewolf Sitting Under Tree Mga Nobela at Kwento

After swimming, I sat under a tree to rest for a while, trying to get proper sleep. ‘Wake up!’ Liya ordered, and slowly I opened my eyes, feeling the cool air of the night. The moon made the forest into a blue haze as I slowly lifted my body and rubbed my eyes. Small ants fell from my chin and onto my hair as I blinked a few times. My body shook softly as I leaned against my hand, dumbfounded for a moment until I smelled them. My eyes widened as I looked at the three wolves in front of me, all of them baring their canines as they looked at me. The one in the middle shifted into a human and crossed his arms, and glared down at me. “What are you doing here? You are in our territory!” he said w

Emily and Frederick were sitting on a log in the middle of the forest, enjoying the moment. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the trees. Emily was telling Frederick about her life before she became a werewolf. She spoke about her family, her friends, and how she had lost them all to hunters.

The coward yells back. “You’re a wolf too. Fight him, or he’ll kill us both.” “I can’t, I’m not that strong. I can’t stay transformed for long, and I’ve already used it all up!” “Seriously, what kind of a werewolf are you?!” I notice a tree in front of us, grab Ruelle, and change course towards it, “Climb onto that tree, quick!” This particular tree has got many branches that are a little high, and if we could get up there, we would be safe.

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.

Most of the pack is asleep as I walk towards a park with beautiful trees. I passed some wolves on patrol, they whistled at me to get my attention, and I nodded in response. Gratefully, they didn't bother me. I went underneath one of the trees and sat down on a bench. "Time to have a talk," I said out loud.

My head lifted as I felt him slow down and there I saw we were underneath an apple tree. "Stop staring and start picking?" he instructed me. As much as he saved my life many times, I was starting to find his behavior rather rude. I stood on top of him and picked two large apples. I ate one and place the other into my pocket. Soon we began our journey. It was taking a long while for us to reach. I didn't care I was enjoying the wind blowing through my long red hair and seeing new places. The blood eyes werewolf again paused at a small pond. I watched him from above as he slowly dip his large pink tongue into the pond carrying water into his mouth. I enjoyed watching him. I even came off his b

Alexander rushed to catch up, but her speed was nothing compared to his. Raymond, far behind, groaned as he ran. “Would you two consider the fact that someone here is not a werewolf?” They both turned and quickly shushed him before Alexander signaled him to move closer quietly. The three of them hid behind a huge tree, watching in complete silence. Alexander scanned the area. He could see two lifeless werewolf bodies pinned to the ground by arrows. Another smaller male figure was missing a limb. Some meters away, three people stood. The smaller male was pinned to a tree with arrows stuck in both his hand and leg. Behind him stood two men one built like a tank and in front of them, a blonde w

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.

I cannot risk getting caught right now. I run non-stop until I can no longer see the castle behind me. I am surrounded by nothing but the deep woods now but before I can smile at my success, I freeze on my heels and gasp as a big brown werewolf behind one of the trees and position himself before me. He howls lowly and angrily as his eyes feasts on me.

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.