Novel & Cerita Werewolf The Apocalypse Gifts

He spoke slowly, not fully looking at the diary in his hand. "What else?" Beta Dai continued to ask. “Wait for me a moment.” He needed time to find the information in the book. Beta Dai didn't have the patience to say it anymore. “Turn to page fifty-three, it says his reward is a silver werewolf trophy, correct?” He nodded without flipping through the pages of his diary.

Moving up his hands and coiling his fingers around her pointed finger, he makes her take it back. Folding it back in her fists, to only nod at her. "We will see Thora." Placing his lips on her knuckles , he surprises her and next she knows he is gone, just when the curtain to the tent opens. Daniel enters to look at me and I immediately lower my eyes. A bag of medicines in his hand as he disposes them beside me on the bed. "I don't know what you werewolves take, but here." "I got them arranged from a human settlement nearby."

I asked curiously and he furrowed his brow and looked perplexed at me, then his eyes widened. "How is Luna, I'm sure she is devastated by the loss of her child," he said worriedly. I heard wolf howls fill the air and my ears perked up. Rogues began yelling loudly and scrambling about. I tried to see what was going on and I saw two huge wolves. One black with white tips and the other all white and enormous wolf with glowing gold eyes. Lennex, our children are here, our two boys are all grown, I sent it to my mate and saw him lift his head to watch our boys. Mystrel sniffed the air and turned to me. A rogue vampire jumped on Remus and buried a knife to the hilt into his side and I watched Myst

The whole place had a pulse of excitement and anticipation. The tailors gave me the clothes for tonight. It is a three-piece suit made from wool that matches our eye color, blue, and silver. They embroidered the sleeves with symbols of our pack, the triskele. “Alarick!” I shouted as a lot of werewolves also occupied the tavern. “Ylva’s looking for you.” Alarick nodded and went in my direction. He looks like a busy merchant trying to greet all his emptor. “Let her be. She knows her way around.”

This last ritual, the third ritual was the root of the relationship that got built between the Luna and Alpha, and also Luna and the pack members. This ritual was the one that blessed them truly for eternity because the god of werewolves himself came down to this cave to bless them. It was rare and holy because the occasion to be blessed with the God's blessing came every twenty hundred to two hundred years later because of werewolves having a longer lifespan than of humans. And when they find their mate and give birth to their offspring, it's usually when they are one hundred years old. Every time an alpha found his mate the God of werewolves would come to this cave to complete the last rit

At noon, a Hundred-Year Ice Lotus from the Snowpeak Mountains arrived. "A holy relic for healing female wolves. The Alpha said you would like it." I refused it. In the afternoon, it was Elven Berries from the Old Continent. At night, a priceless bottle of Stardust Wine. Each gift was rarer and more expensive than the last. I rejected every single one. This went on for a week. Cade acted like a madman, sending a flood of treasures as if they could buy my forgiveness. On the seventh day, he came himself.

I squeaked, staring at the pile of gifts that literally took up half my entire bedroom. Gift boxes, flowers, jewelry boxes, food boxes and more boxes that I have no idea what they could contain. “These, my lady, are apology gifts and welcome gifts from the people of Ice Shadow Kingdom, your future subjects.” I blinked. That made zero sense. “Why am I suddenly receiving gifts?” “You asked me if they'd ever accept you, being a werewolf and all and this is them accepting you.” “But, I heard them protesting in the court. They were outraged at the sheer thought of me being mated to the King.”

Phoebe whimpered within me, longing for something I wasn't sure I could define. I'd brought Winter Moon Festival gifts for everyone – small tokens I'd selected carefully over the past month. From my bag (which Sylvan had finally returned), I distributed them one by one. A silver-lined bookmark for Jonathan. Herb-infused bath salts for Elizabeth. A specially formulated healing tonic for Elder Margaret. When I reached William, I handed him a gold wolf-tooth pen I'd found at the Silver Moon Mall. "For signing those important pack alliance documents," I explained. "Thank you," he said, examining it with appreciation. "This is excellent craftsmanship."

"Are you two turning this into a fight?" "NO, WE'RE NOT!" Darrell and I shot back simultaneously. "Okay... just asking. You could have answered more calmly." Damn it! What was wrong with me? My gaze met Darrell's, and I quickly looked away, taking a deep breath to calm myself. "But can't I just have it now?" Hailey asked, as if she hadn't just witnessed our clash. This little... Both Darrell and I laughed, shaking our heads in disbelief. "The law is very specific," Darrell explained with gentle firmness. "The third gift can only be given after your wolf awakens on your eighteenth birthday. Not even a day before."

My purpose was simple: find a suitable birthday gift for Grandmother Eleanor. The auctioneer took the stage, his voice commanding immediate silence throughout the hall. I had already studied the bidding sheets carefully, marking two items of particular interest. The Emerald Legacy Collection caught my eye first—a stunning set of jewelry with natural healing properties, perfect for an elder werewolf like my grandmother. My second choice was the Moonlight Heritage Embroidery, a masterpiece by a renowned werewolf artisan that depicted ancient pack symbols within its intricate design. I held my paddle loosely in my lap, mentally calculating how much I could reasonably spend. From the corner of m