Novel & Cerita Wolf Among Sheep

I growl at the man Dimitri still holds. The man smiles, blood pooling from his mouth. "Our Alpha." He laughs. A female can't be an alpha. No one would follow her. Except she's got her fighters going again. Everyone moves as the man laughs. Their fighters shift, attacking my fighters again. Why would these men follow a she wolf? I don't wait around for answers. Instead, I follow my men chasing the she wolf.

As expected, a couple of wolves jump out of hiding and begin circling us, their intent clear as they growl. I could easily take them all if I was on my own but now I had a mate standing behind me trembling in fear. I contemplated turning to my wolf and finishing these rogues off but I can't risk her safety so I quickly connect to the mind link trying to reach my beta and pack while making sure she was still safe behind me.

His wolf had made a mistake. Or had he?

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

“Every day we will go out into the world, fighting against one another, but every night we will come home and spend time together, closer than ever.” “So am I the wolf or the sheepdog?” “I’m definitely the wolf,” she asserted with a sense of humor before taking a sip of her wine. “Really? I thought you’d brand me the wolf, since I’m so evil.” “The wolf is powerful. The sheepdog is dopey.” “Ah, thanks for that,” he teased. “I’ll have you know the wolf never succeeded in those cartoons.” “Crap, I think you’re right.”

Oritha and Raiden who were now updated of the strange situation awaited further instructions from Zen who was close enough to confirm his suspicions. Zen never thought the saying ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’ would take a literal turn. The hairier legs of the wolf exposed it. Using the skin of a sheep laid above its head, the wolf managed to disguise itself as a sheep. Unlike the village that had more white sheep than coloured ones, it was easier for the wolf to blend in with Raiden’s coloured flock. It had a black snout, now stained red with the fresh blood of the new sheep he killed and hid beneath his fluffy white coat. It was such a smart move that the non-observant shepherds would miss. Sh

“Your wolf is nothing like the ones the rest of us carry. She is the legendary White Wolf—a creature as breathtakingly beautiful as she is rare. However, her nature is a complex one; she is deeply shy, a trait she has carried through the ages,” Valerius explained, his voice resonant with the weight of his experience.

“I warned you! You brought this... this animal... into our keep, and now our stores are gone! He’s a Redmaw spy, and he’s just signaled his pack that we are weak and undefended!” Every eye in the yard swings to me. I don’t move. I just cross my arms, leaning back against the weapons rack, and try to look bored. Inside, my wolf is pacing, furious. Not at the accusation, I don’t give a shit what these sheep think, but at the way Vorlag is speaking to Kieran. The way he’s publicly challenging him, trying to make him look stupid.

How else to call it when two animals obey only their instincts? I remembered the words of Maxim: “I want you. I've been wanting it for a long time." She grimaced: he didn’t say that he likes me, there’s not even a question of love, at least he likes me, no - he wants to! It turns out not even he himself - his beast! The wolf wants to get my she-wolf, and she, like the last bitch in heat, presses on my consciousness, only for the sake of copulation! She jumped up and nervously began to walk around the room, inside becoming even more inflamed with anger. Realizing that her plan had failed and, feeling my rage, the she-wolf no longer attempted to pressure and retreated, but for how long?

Their eyes gleamed with the same malicious delight as the wolves that stalked my nightmares. A bitter realization washed over me. The painful understanding that this realm was dominated by beasts. And sheep had no place among wolves.