Werewolf Sitting Under Tree Mga Nobela at Kwento

Let blood fall on the grass under the tree. The grass where blood hit turned pink. The pup’s moon flickered. Turned pink. Scarred. One by one, wolves under the tree watched. Some got up and left. Their moons stayed white. They liked the quiet. But 3,000 wolves stood. Walked out from under the branches. Cut their palms on the way out. The tree shook. A branch fell. Tare watched from a distance. His own moon was still pink, but bleeding now. “Why are you ruining it?” he shouted.

A werewolf was here in the woods with me, and it wasn’t just any werewolf, it was a mighty one, one that might rip me apart. “Where do I go from here?” I spoke to my wolf inwardly, but she was still unresponsive. Not so far away from me was a tree. I looked all around but couldn’t see the werewolf in question. I might successfully seek refuge behind the tree. I ran towards it and rested the back of my head on it. My hands remained by my side, my eyes closed, and I seized my breath occasionally. I hoped that I didn’t let the werewolf know where I was by running.

My wolf howled into the night, a mournful cry that spoke of longing and frustration. I slowed my pace, coming to a stop near a small clearing. The moon hung high in the sky, its silver light casting an ethereal glow over the landscape. I sat on my haunches, staring up at it, seeking guidance from the celestial orb that had watched over werewolves for centuries.

I fell to my knees as I breathed excessively, and that’s when Ophelia began to panic. “Madam!” she screamed as she assisted me. “I- I am all right, Ophelia,” I answered, and it was evident that I was breathless. “No, Madam! You are clearly not,” she protested. “Let’s take a rest here.” The remaining werewolves found a gigantic tree and assisted me in sitting under it. Fortunately, the weather that day was calm. It was not too hot or too cold. “Madam, what happened to you? Was the alpha treating you horribly?” Ophelia asked.

At least she had found the werewolves but what the fuck did she end up in? She had no idea werewolves would be this big. Somehow, she imagined them the size of normal wolves but these were at least twice as big. She now heard screaming coming from different directions so whatever the werewolves were doing to those women it wasn’t anything good. Her eyes went left and right searching for a spot to hide. Her mind was racing, where should she hide? A tree? But what if they could climb and they probably could smell her if she hid in a bush or something. She closed her eyes for a second and tried to slow her breathing. When she shut out the screaming, she could also hear the sound of rushing wate

I move closer and see what he's doing. I see he is tracing his fingers over the markings carved in the tree, I instantly realize that a wolf must have died or been killed here by rogues. Whenever a werewolf is close to dying or brutality bruised by rogues they run to the forest and prefer dying close to a specific tree, there is an ancient theory among us that the trees provide calming waves to a dying werewolf which makes the death less painful and when the soul leaves our body it transfers inside the tree and grows with it until the end of time.

Seb stared hard into the darkness behind the trees, trying to see who was back there; hidden "Show yourself!" He spoke more aggressively this time. He began to hear the slow crunch of footsteps on leaves. Seb realized before he saw that it was more than one person because he picked up the sound of four steps. To his surprise what emerged from the trees wasn't a person at all. It was a humongous wolf. Almost like the ones on Nexus, but larger in size, and as black as the night sky.

“This might be our last chance to recharge before facing whatever is waiting for us on the other side." “Then let's set up a tree hut first?” I proposed. “A tree hut?" he repeated. “You know, the one where you set up sturdy branches, lean them against a tree, and cover it with some leaves or tarp.” I explained. “Nope, still doesn't ring a bell," he said, clearly confused. “These are basic werewolf survival skills,” I clicked my tongue. “How can you not know what it is? Have you been living under a rock all these years?"

"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?"

Maya's POV. “Make it quick.” The second werewolf told me. “I don't have a minute more to spend here.” I nodded, squeaking over to the blind spot behind the dark tree, crotched over and bent like I was about to pass out urine. “Do it now.” I poked out of the tree. The air was cold, the guards head turned the other way, his eyes fixed on the driver scrolling his phone, their lips moved in a conversation.