Novel & Cerita White Fang Book Age Rating

“You’re such a stick in the mud. But whatever, suit yourself. I’m going tomorrow after work to check it out myself.” I nodded. “Yeah, you do that.” I sat at the kitchen table eating my pasta watching as he wiggled excitedly in his seat. “I can’t wait. I wonder if they fit their stereotype. Pale skin, formal clothing, knife-sharp fingernails, pearly white fangs, and super speed. Maybe I can find myself a vampire boyfriend. That would be so cool!” I chuckled at his excitement. “Go for it. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Feel free to use the guest room. You know where everything is.”

she asks. I frown, trying to remember. “When I was four. I was pretty aggressive with others, but it was only because my wolf is white….” I trail of when I catch the flow of what she is trying to say. Heather bites her lip. “Yes, white wolves have the tendency to be more aggressive. They also show signs of shifting at a very early age. Do your kids go to school?” “They do,” I mumble. Suddenly, the cafe feels very small around me. It feels like the entire room is closing up on me and I can’t gasp for air. My mind is busy whirring up thoughts about Emmett and Edith possibly shifting at school and revealing their identities to everyone.

“You have something to tell me, Harlon?” “Nope. You’re in because you’re in. Not because of my daughter.” The cryptic message was easily understood. Dad wanted the bear shifters to join the war against the hunters, but they were hesitant. “It makes a difference.” “Why?” I asked. “Tips the scales. Whoever possesses the white wolf is fated to win.” Boomer looked at me skeptically. “You have ebony hair.” “Yes.” “The opposite of white. The color of our hair matches our fur.” I hadn’t thought about the correlation, but he was right. Even the grey wolves had similar colors in human hair.

*LOGAN*_* The White Fang Pack was the most dangerous and deadly pack, headed by the ruthless Alpha, Buck. His eyes different from mine, was blood red, because he had shed a lot of blood over the years. He had killed more than I had killed, and any Alpha with a blood red eyes was tagged dangerous because of their brutality. The White Fang Pack wolves would be able to render a werewolf weak and shorten their lifespan if they are bitten with their smallest fang when triggered.

“They’re not Wraiths.” “No,” Ember hissed, eyes flaring gold. “They’re ferals.” I shifted mid-run, my clothes shredding, bones snapping. I landed on four paws, snarling. And then they came. Dark-furred shapes lunging from the woods, foam dripping from their fangs. Eyes glowing like dying coals. I launched into them. Behind me, Ember threw fire. Lilly gripped Logan and ran for the trees. The scream came again. My daughter’s scream.

My teacher is a vampire, which makes me wonder who else is one as well. Janea and Lilianna were by my side in an instant and I smiled. “What are you going to do? It's one versus three plus I bet you only just became a vampire you probably don't even know what you're doing. Just give up.” I said confidently. Mr. Quinn just laughed, “keep believing that while we beat you within an inch of your life!” “We?” Just as I asked, the classroom door blew off its hinges, and in the doorway stood Mrs. White, claws fully extended and ready to fight.

Axel said looking at me lovingly. I looked over at Felix as he rolled his eyes at his brother making me giggle. “Isn’t there only like 3 white wolves in existence? No wonder my mother wants you this isn’t good.” Ivy said looking a little more panicked this time. We all looked at her with concern now on all of our faces to.

“What’s he doing out here?” The second one whispered back, “Why is he crying?” Curiosity gnawed at them. They waited. They watched. But Zeil didn’t speak again. He just kept his head down. Then the first wolf’s eyes widened. “Let’s go tell the Elder.” The second wolf blinked, then tapped his own head. “Why didn’t I think of that?” In a flash, they ran off. The trees around them blurred, their legs barely disturbing the fallen leaves, driven by the urgency of their discovery. They sped to the Ironfang compound.

I am twenty-two years old, the only child of Alpha Hector Valez, and I have never shifted into my wolf. In our pack, that wasn’t just strange. It was dangerous. People treated me like a wound that never healed properly. Something uncomfortable they had learned to live around. The elders always spoke gently about it, which somehow made everything worse. “Some wolves awaken later than others,” Elder Cain once told my father when I was sixteen. They thought I couldn’t hear them through the corridor wall. “Her bloodline is powerful. The shift may simply take longer.” “And if it doesn’t?” my father asked.