Wolf From 300 소설 & 이야기

WOLF HUNTING GONE WRONG Darby Miller and his team of skilled animal trackers were on the hunt for one of the rare mutant wolves. The only one recorded in history is being held in Wisconsin State Zoo. The rare wolf is the size of a horse and its speed and strength are like no other. There had been a call that another one was running lose and they were hired to find it. They had no intention to kill the wolf, only tranquilize and relocate it to the zoo. On the third day of searching, they came across the wolf. "The beast was unlike anything I'd ever seen! I swear, it was as if it had three bears within one body!" One of Darby's team members had stated. The wolf unleashed his anger onto the tea

I still don't understand why Hera was stopping me from intervening. "We should go," "No,!" She replied and I found myself nodding. "He's my mate," Ivy suddenly cried out. A resounding growl echoed around the house and before I could blink, a black, large wolf with white furs at the crown of his head walked out of the room. I held on to Hera as the wolf stared down at the both of us. "Fuck off, Liam" Hera yelled. "It's a fucking command, Prince" The wolf turned abruptly and ran off. I almost dropped to the floor because my legs had turned jelly.

Curious about what he was looking at, Christian turned to see several male wolves of many colors and sizes emerging from the fog. He stepped backward. "Don't be afraid. They won't hurt you," his wolf said. "They've been here, secretly watching you, waiting to speak to you, but you were not worthy, until now." Worthy of what? Christian wondered. They all encircled Christian and his wolf. Christian turned to look at the others behind him. "Sit!" his wolf instructed him. He turned to look at it, seeing that it was lying on its belly. He continued to stand, focusing on the Alphas encircling him.

“I think he is perhaps mixed with black leopard—humans call them panthers.” Jessie managed to keep her mouth from falling open despite her shock. “Wouldn’t his hair be black? I mean, Valiant has orange-red hair similar to a lion. I met Flame and he has light red hair but he’s got the cat eyes. I could see that right off.” Breeze bit her lip. “I can’t discuss this with you, Jessie.” “Why not?” Breeze hesitated again but blew out a breath. “You are a friend to us and save our

I would be presenting my throat to them like a hog on a spit. The rock beneath my hind legs crumbled as they closed in further, leaving me no room to move to either side. My eyes flickered around the rogues as I continues to snarl with anger, foam, and spit dripping from my muzzle. "A shame to have such powerful blood wasted in your pathetic veins." The human pressed forward, closing in on me and moving to the side just enough to give me an opening. I launched forward, pushing between the human and the center wolf, feeling the claws and teeth of the three shifted rogues slicing into my flesh.

"I know the woods start back there and that all that matters! Elias and I undress and shift. It takes him a few minutes longer to shift so my wolf watches him shifting and is dying to just start running. Elias' wolf is stunning. It's a light auburn brown wolf with bright honey colored eyes. His fur shines in the sun and our two wolves finally meet. His wolf is prancing around mine sniffing every inch and licking her face. My wolf gets a little annoyed but allows his wolf to calm down before dashing in the forest. My wolf is much faster and Elias' wolf is struggling to keep up. I ask her to let him catch up and to then start hunting. His wolf finally catches up and they start sniffing. She's

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

THREE YEARS LATER Life after my parents died was hard. Being a 15 year old halfbreed, who had yet to get her wolf who now had to raise her younger siblings. Not impossible, just a hell of a lot more difficult. It definitely helped when my wolf Elly entered the picture. She was strong. Not surprising considering I carried beta blood. We began eating better as she could hunt faster than me. The heightened senses also made it harder for others to surprise us.

The muzzle of the wolf, grinning and splashing with saliva, clicked in the face of the man, while Ar chuckled contentedly, throwing off his turn. - Well, shall we dance? - mocking, repeated the words of Mark. “Let’s dance,” Mark repeated, stretching his lips into a bloody smile. Arnar sensed the approaching danger from behind and heard Vitali's cry: - Behind! — Violating the order to stay in the territory, he rushed to the rescue. The werewolf flew off, slamming like a stone wall into the body of the High Vampire that appeared out of nowhere. A sweetish aroma enveloped Arnar and forced him to exhale convulsively from the pain spreading in his back.

As she looked across the clearing it was filled with wolves, black, brown, grey, sable, and one lone white wolf. He was immense and stood on the precipice, watching those below. A black wolf that was just as big approached and stood by his side. They exchanged glances and looked in her direction. She had to side step to avoid being bowled over by the gigantic black panther that barreled past her on her way to the top of the bluff. She rubbed her body along the side of the white wolf. She purred as he licked her head.