Novel & Cerita Werewolves Within Reviews

"yeah... The animals that make a howling sound on a full moon to communicate with each other in these stupid movies." Woow, she really knew all that information but didn't know what animal made the sound! Interesting. "wolf? Are we on teen wolf now?" I laughed, "funny Jeremy.. Woow wolves..." "yeah..one wanted to eat us and another one saved us. I guess it's safe to say they aren't all that bad. We might be on teen wolf after all." "you guys are idiots." My phone started ringing and I took it out of my pocket. I quickly put it back it when I saw it was Anzania.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

Lola’s pov, It was the day of the moon festival a couple of weeks later. The normally quiet village was buzzing with sounds. Lola walked through the fields that were filled with little stalls where people could sell things. Every stall sold something different from hand-made clothes to carved wood, to home-cooked meals. Besides the stalls, there were different areas where you could play all sorts of games. Lola saw a couple of wolves doing a strength battle with a big rope between their teeth. She rolled her eyes at the excessive display of growls and grunts and walked to the big dancefloor in the middle. There was a band playing and around the wooden dancefloor, there were lanterns in the s

She understood the self-sufficient philosophy of her old pack, but this wasn't making sense. "Alright, so little shifter lesson for you. We are all governed by a council. The council is all retired Alphas. They look about eighty but most of them are more like two hundred. They live together in Northern Wisconsin. They make the rules, handle major disputes, approve new packs, they're pretty much our presidents. The only criteria to be on the council is having served as an alpha and being one of the five oldest wolves. So when one of them dies they know who's coming on board next."

Werewolves could still communicate even in their wolf form, not words though but they could understand eachother perfectly. "You're Breathtaking...your wolf is very beautiful" I tell her managing to not roll my tongue all over her wolf. Could this night get any more better! Everything was so perfect already, we raced eachother howling as we ran through the leaves only stopping when we were both completely exhausted. I could feel the happiness seeping off her. We're both breathing loudly and laughing from the run.

It was Reule. Later that day, Reule sat on Wren's bed and refused to leave even after the healers shooed everyone else out, even after Landon grumbled about needing sleep, and even after Mira passed out face-first on a cot. He stayed. He watched her sleep, her face pale and her lashes with dark smudges against bruised skin. He should have felt relief. Instead, he felt rage. This wasn’t over. Acwulf was still out there. And next time, he wouldn’t send human soldiers. He would bring an army of werewolves. Although the Black Pack Alpha agreed not to help him, who knows if he would suddenly change his mind.

I saw before that it entailed to transform from wolf into man and vice versa. Just like normal wolves travel and hunt in packs, these people, werewolves, lived together in this little town. They call themselves the Grey Moon pack, and Alpha Jake, who’s sitting before me in his chair, is undoubtedly the leader. It’s like an invisible aura of power that emanates from him, you can sense that he holds a high rank in this pack. There were humans in this world, Alpha Jake mentioning that I didn’t smell like one. What an odd thing to say. I suppose being a wolf their sense of smell must be enhanced, like with elves and our sense of hearing.

Lucian got a call from Daniel, Alpha of the red pack, early one morning. They had a rogue attack. The rogues had advanced weapons which had hit some of their highest ranking Betas. Bullets don't work on werewolves unless they were silver. Such bullets were expensive and hard to obtain. The rogues used normal bullets laced with poison. The wolves suffered hours of agony as the poison spread in their bloodstream. They were able to control its spread, but it could be deadly if given in significant quantity.

He asked, his eyes filled with disappointment. I shrugged my shoulders. “I didn’t exactly lie. I just didn’t tell you about it.” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “That’s reckless. Really reckless.” He said with a scoff. “Do you know what that means?” I choked back a lump in my throat. “What?” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “You are always in danger. You are weak. You can’t protect yourself. If you get into a fight with your fellow were….” He stopped mid-sentence. “No, you’re not even a werewolf.”

I woke up in the middle of the night. The room was pitch black except for the faint blue glow of the flame lamp on the wall. Lily had fallen asleep, slumped against the edge of my bed. Her lashes were still wet with tears, her face tired but unyielding. I stayed perfectly still, careful not to wake her, but my thoughts kept spinning. Everything that had happened lately played over and over in my mind. Clearly, werewolves were way too tough, so killing them was next to impossible. If I wanted to get back to the human world, ordinary suicide methods wouldn't cut it.