Wild West Murim Mga Nobela at Kwento

“She claims she wants to keep a low profile. Apparently, contrary to what she’s doing now, she used to rely on her family name to get whatever she wanted, which doesn’t make sense.” I studied her for a moment. “Let’s set Muriel aside. You still haven’t told me what you were doing in the male dormitory.” Rumi let out a slow breath. “My chosen mate… he’s from one of the western packs.” My lips parted slightly. She had mentioned him before.

Alex and I share a quick glance before charging after her, branches whipping past as we push through the thick underbrush. A clearing comes in sight and I see her. Rimi. She’s collapsed on the forest floor, clothes torn, blood trickling down her arm. Her terror-filled eyes are staring at the massive wolf, fur as white as snow, that has pinned her to the ground with its huge paw. A second white wolf stands behind it, its head snapping towards us as it feels our presence. I have seen different kinds of wolves in my life, the ones who are special, set apart from normal wolves and have unique auras. Like Ezra and my parents.

I began, my voice filled with genuine curiosity, "what could possibly be worth betraying our pack for? What could another pack offer that would entice someone to forsake the unity and strength we share?" Levi's gaze met mine, his expression thoughtful yet pensive. The lines on his forehead deepened slightly as he pondered my question, as if trying to unravel the enigma that had unsettled our pack's tranquility. "Jasmine," he replied, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and determination, "that's precisely what I've been trying to figure out. The White Moon pack isn't just the greatest in this country, but for years, we have stood as the sole pack in the entire Northwest region of the

And pounce, they did. “What do you know about werewolves?” aunt Zora asked. “What did Morgenstern tell you, and why were you at his house?” Emmett took this as a sign to leave. He didn’t like being questioned, but clearly didn’t mind leaving his sister to face the heat.

It will be better if I can pass out at once. The black wolf in front of me evaporated like a thick gray mist on a cold morning. In less than five seconds, the misty wolf was replaced by another young man of Justin's age who stood with his hands on his hips. He grinned at Justin and me. I practically slapped Justin's arm muscles and made my palms heat on my own. “Who is he?” I whispered to Justin. “He's just juggling, isn’t he?” Justin looked at me in surprise. “Extremely not! He is a wolf-shifter! You still don't know?”