Wolf Butler And His Cat Master Novels & Stories

James would rather lock a wolf up than let them choose to become an outcast. "I will do whatever you ask. I have a master's degree in art restoration, I don't know if that's practical for a wolf pack but it counts for something, right? I can also run really, really fast. I'm learning how to fight too, I'm pretty terrible, but I'm trying. Please I promise I will do whatever I can to be the best addition. I can't stay here, it's too dangerous for me. Please." Clara looked at him with pleading eyes. He thought about when he first spotted her this evening. She didn't look like she belonged.

“She can’t be who you think. She’s not part of your enemies. She wasn’t even born in your age.” My ear tingles. What crazy old wolf—my enemy, and she can’t even remember her own name? Unbelievable. Caelora drags her gently away from me, and they collapse onto their buttocks, drained yet still somehow imposing. Master and pupil of the cats’ breathing, I think, a smirk tugging at my lips despite their exhaustion. I can’t help the smirk that edges my face, part of me laughing at the absurdity, part of me groaning.

My wolf has taken full control and there is nothing stronger than an Alpha desperate to get to his mate. “You fucked up; sending her to me gave me something to fight for.” I snarl at the Master just before my jaw starts to lengthen. I see the fear in the old males eyes and that's enough for me to let out a howl of joy. When my wolf starts to pull on the chains binding him, he brings down a portion of the ceiling; a decent-sized chunk lands on the goon and he falls to the floor with his eyes rolling into the back of his head. At least that's one less human to deal with; my wolf could have handled it but I’d rather be able to just run from here and get to Elle.

The tips of my ears burned. A shiver ran down to my tailbone, and a fluffy wolf tail threatened to manifest right then and there. Just then, a new notification popped up at the top of the screen. Rylan Blackthorn just posted a new Tweet. My finger shook as I tapped it. The message was brief: Mischievous kitten. The accompanying image shows a majestic Maine Coon cat, its fur identical to my wolf-like coat, resting its fluffy head affectionately on a slender, pale hand.

"Very well! I didn't even have to go searching for you! Mason, you and your friend are doomed today!" Leon felt even more confused about the situation, but the one thing he understood was that he was being targeted by the enemy in front of him as well. "Xander, you're all bark! Let me tell you something! Mister Wolf is a Supreme Master and he can smash you like he does an ant!" Mason sneered as he looked at Xander like he was a fool.

"Young Master, you are still weak. I think it's better for you to stay here." The young Wolfman then tidying his hair and wearing a black cape. "I'm sorry, Foxter. We can't just wait for another people to solve our problem. Then, I will be back as soon as possible." Foxter let out another sigh after his Young Master left. "My, my. I got a bad feeling about this."

Sir Fablo is the professor of Moonlight in sparring class for their wolf forms. Thus, because they are away, we had the honor and the luxury of having a separate sparring class for our wolves. Just in the meantime. Sandra didn't tease me anymore. But both Noah and she kept looking at me with meaningful stares. There is absolutely no secret between them. Especially when it concerns the three of us.

His hand moved to my waist, pressing me harder against the wall. “Alpha David, stop!” I pushed against his chest. He didn’t listen. His face inched closer. Panic surged through me. “Alpha David, stop!” Suddenly, a deep, guttural snarl ripped through the air. A hand yanked him away. “Enough.” Alpha David stumbled back, breathing hard. I looked up and saw the butler standing between us, his expression dark with fury. But this time, his irises glowed a faint gold—he wasn’t just a servant. He was a wolf too. A Beta.

I demand, my voice a rough whisper that echoes through the darkness. The wolf rises, his muscles rippling beneath that golden fur, and steps closer. He nudges my hand with his cold, wet nose, and I recoil, startled by the contact. His voice resonates in my mind, a deep rumble that feels ancient and powerful. “I am the wolf assigned to you by Katia.”

Its claw was an inch into my hand when it fell to the ground. Ren mastered Karate and Kenjutsu, and he had caught the young wolf, seized it by its neck, and broke its back, leaving it whimpering in pain. I lunged at the last wolf and stuck it in the head. I was right the wolves were just sick with a virus.