Wolf In Sheep's Skin Novels & Stories

I smiled menacingly, though she didn't appear intimidated. "Thank you Beta Mun. May I ask you a favor?" She bit her bottom lip as she waited for me to answer. I smiled warmly. "Anything my dear." I could never resist a beautiful woman asking for a favor. "Please don't tell anyone about... my issues... with my wolf. It's kind of a secret. It's why I'm living in the packhouse." She looked down at the floor. Was she ashamed to have problems with her wolf? Should I confide that my wolf has tried to kill me more than once? No, I decided, no need to frighten her.

The day Jane flaunted Gary's mark on her neck, parading around like a victor. I had slapped her. And they walked in right at that moment. Gary's wolf attacked mine, slamming her into the ground. My wolf's head spun. My mother jumped in and clawed me too. My father? He stood there. Watching. Silent. Judging. As if I deserved every blow. Jane clutched her chest and cried out that her wolf was in pain too. No one doubted her. They believed her every word. Mine meant nothing. My wolf had been devastated ever since. Silent. Empty.

Steam fogged the mirror. Selene wiped it with the back of her hand, stared at her reflection, and saw only restraint in them. Long damp hair clung to her shoulders. Her shirt stuck to her ribs and those amber eyes, even dulled by hot water, still glowed faintly — too much like a wolf’s. The blood was gone but the scent still lingered. She’d washed it from her skin, but not from her memory — the feel of it, warm and human, sticky between her fingers. Lucas’s blood.

She heaved a sigh of relief but decided to take the back door as a safety precaution. She met the money right where it was and couldn't measure the joy she felt at that moment. It was in a big bag. She picked it up and was about to leave when she heard a voice. “Stop right there!” She froze and was about to face the man when a voice spoke to her, “Don't move an inch. Be still." She noticed claws growing out of her hand and within a jiffy, changed into a full wolf. She faced the officer and watched his face fall and then immediately scurried off like a cheetah, his balls dangling from left to right.

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After spreading the animal skin, lying on the animal skin has a little fur, also called warmth. After Jenny finished speaking, covered in animal skins, she finally felt alive. Even though I tried to ignore my fear, the feeling of having a wolf by my side was still very strong. Jenny turned her head slowly, and saw the long eyelashes of the gray wolf glistening in the weak light, the speckled snowflakes falling on the handsome face, the long jet-black hair falling over the brown animal skin. The smooth bridge of his nose and pale lips made his fierce face look even more innocent and weak.

The wolf had quit growling, its eyes locked on mine as Dianna’s hand found my fist, the one that clutched the knife, and began to uncurl my fingers, one by one. The wolf’s power over me was undeniable, indeed wonderful. “Higgins was right,” I said, feeling a specific part of me stir as I spoke. “It’s beautiful. The loveliest creature I’ve ever seen.” “Barry, don’t fight me. Let go of the knife.” “It’s so . . . evocative,” I said, not knowing how else to express it. “Its coat of hair is not like hair at all, but skin. Soft, sleek skin. Do you see it? Feel it . . . ”

"What should we do now? There is a rogue wolf fast approaching from behind, and now there are also five wolves in front," I exclaimed, feeling a surge of panic. Without hesitation, we prepared ourselves to defend against the impending attack. We stood firm, ready to fight even against the odds. The wolves leaped towards us, but to my surprise, the five wolves suddenly diverted their attention and attacked the rogue wolf that had been lurking behind us, together with Fluffy. They fiercely bit and clawed at the rogue wolf until it weakened and reverted to its human form. The person had dark skin and scars on their face, appearing disheveled and naked. I averted my gaze, focusing on their face

“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 had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!