Novel & Cerita Werewolf Tearing Off Shirt

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” He didn’t even flinch. “Keeping you safe,” he said calmly. “And making sure those rogue wolves don't come back again.” My eyes widened. Three hours?! I grabbed the nearest scrap of fabric I could find, which was his jacket, wrapping it around myself while shaking with anger and embarrassment. But since the fight had mostly drained out of me, I mumbled, “Why did you look away?” He raised a brow, unimpressed. “Delilah. You collapsed unconscious after releasing a shockwave that nearly flattened half the forest. Werewolves lose their clothing when they shift. You know this.”

How could it be? how could he still be alive? I remembered seeing his lifeless body lying on the floor of his living room, covered in blood. He's supposed to be dead. Turner was attired in a white linen shirt with short sleeves accompanied by long khaki pants. His blonde shaggy hair rested stylishly on his face. He looked as if he had never been attacked by a werewolf. I examined his body searching for any bruised or marks I could somehow see. I saw none.

I jiggled him forcing him to come back to his sense but all I could feel was his weak and fragile body, hardly breathing. “Inform me as soon as he regain the consciousness. And make sure you don’t kill him. I am gonna do that myself.” I said straightening and dusting off my shirt. I need to change again, I can’t stand up with anything which was in contact with him. I returned back to my room, my shirt messed with the shitty blood of the wolf. I immediately took out the shirt from my body and tore it. I took out another tuxedo and matching shirt and pants from the suitcase. Just I was about to go for the shower to freshen up, I got a call from some unknown number.

I ripped off his ear as if tearing a paper. "Alpha!" While the weak werewolf screamed, the others cowered where they were standing. But some of their legs wore off and they had to tremble while both knees were on the floor. "It's my turn to pave way for the others to bear pups, yes, but that doesn't give you the fucking right to remind me the heck every fucking time!" I gripped another ear and tore that one off his head as well, drawing a whine from his mouth like a little pussy.

That was the wail of terror, it was the wail of someone who was at the verge of death. “We don’t have time, we have to go,” I said, shape-shifting into a werewolf as I ran off. From the distance I sprinted towards the werewolf which was about ripping off Ronald’s heart. His right hand was already deepened into Ronald's chest so I cut it off.

Soon, they managed to overpower me. "Bitch, how dare you kick me? Guys, don't let her go! Fuck some sense into her! Teach her a good lesson and make her behave herself," The werewolf who was kicked by me in the crotch shouted angrily. The rest of the werewolves managed to pin me on the floor, and their evil hands reached out to touch me. "No, no..." I shook my head and tried my best to resist. There was a loud ripping sound as my apron was torn into pieces, revealing a large part of my snow-white skin.

He stopped to listen when he recognized Lola her voice. “Why are you doing this?” Lola asked with a trembling voice. Marc just laughed, “You really like stirring up trouble, don’t you? I guess I will do everyone a favor by killing you.” Noah didn’t even have time to do anything. As soon as Achak heard his mate getting threatened, he took over and transformed. Luckily Noah had not taken herbs the last couple of days because Lola wasn’t near him anyway. Achak jumped down the stairs and landed on top of Marc. Lola screamed and Achak just wanted to rip into Marc his flash when he also transformed. His big black wolf was much stronger than Achak thought, and he had a hard time fighting him. He go

Soon, they managed to overpower me. "Bitch, how dare you kick me? Guys, don't let her go! Fuck some sense into her! Teach her a good lesson and make her behave herself,"the werewolf who I kicked in the crotch yelled. The rest of the werewolves managed to pin me on the floor, and their evil hands reached out to touch me. "No, no..."I shook my head and tried my best to resist but it was futile. There was a loud ripping sound as my apron was torn into pieces, revealing a large part of my snow-white skin.

From a young age I learned to fight a lot of people at once, so holding off these werewolves for a short period of time shouldn't be a problem. After I hit the two wounded werewolves, all the werewolves transformed and jumped at me. Their fangs were normal but their claws were extremely sharp. I was scratched a few times and felt dizzy. My eyes saw everything so blurry, my hands started to shake. Maybe their fingernails are laced with anesthetic. They were well prepared to deal with us. I forced myself to stay calm and continued to scratch my wolves one by one. Although I was injured, the anesthetic in my body was gradually taking effect, but I wouldn't be defeated so easily by them. At leas

The ground was slick with blood as the werewolves fought tooth and claw, tearing chunks of flesh from each other's bodies. One werewolf was caught in a vicious bite, its leg being torn off at the thigh. It let out a deafening howl of pain as it stumbled and fell, trying to defend itself with its remaining limb. Another werewolf had its spine shattered by a powerful blow, its body contorting in agony as it lay paralyzed on the ground.