Wolf Loyalty Mga Nobela at Kwento

As soon as two wolves made their appearance, I sprinted down, noting instantly who they were as their scents permeated the air. They stopped in their tracks at the sight of me. Yes! The plan was working! Jasmine sprinted down the hill, coming in with her sneak attack, pouncing and digging her claws into Alpha Vic's back. He was like a wild bronco as he tried to throw her off, but Jasmine was so fucking good, and kept a good hold on him, not allowing him to knock her off. Even pregnant, she was a badass.

I say, leaning back in my chair. The Dominican Ice Wolves were unlike any other creatures. Their wolves were enormous—six times stronger than even our royal werewolves. Their human forms were so alluring and seductive that they could captivate anyone who laid eyes on them. Their speed was unmatched. Their senses; sight, hearing, smell, touch, taste, and reasoning, were three times sharper than those of normal werewolves. People believe they are deadly because once they get angry or provoked, destruction lingers in the air.

“You never knew how to choose your friends, banished one. "Enough," he snapped, shrugging his shoulders. Vela and Mitya ran out after them, taking positions on the sides. “Stay with the guys on the territory,” commanded Ar Vitaly. Hello, Velarin. You are beautiful as always. I missed you.” A cheeky smile crossed the enemy’s face. The werewolf's posture was relaxed, not a hint of fear or excitement. “Your puppy has grown and turned into a real wolf,” he turned his head to Mithir, to which he answered with a dull growl. “The same face as your deceased Vic. Isn't it sickening to look at a puppy every day, remembering your mate?

“Where’d you learn that?” “High school,” Jake said, slamming it into gear. “Long story.” Tyres shrieked on torn asphalt. The W.R.X. launched. Wolves pounded after them, then one by one peeled off, howls echoing under concrete. At the head of the pack, a scarred she-wolf—taller, broader—snarled, snapping at a male that edged too close. They didn’t follow. They watched. They always watched. Jake tore a glance in the mirror. Nothing but yellow eyes and patient rage.

Mate! My wolf growled excitedly as I alighted from the vehicle. He stood at the entrance of the packhouse, his presence was impossible to ignore. My heart beat faster as I alighted the car and walked towards him. His scent is clean and sharp, like a crisp pine forest after a fresh rain. It carries the tang of cedar and the faintest hint of smoky embers, grounding him in strength and authority. It’s the scent of the wilderness—untamed, but with an underlying control that mirrors his dominant nature. Whenever I catch his scent, it brings a sense of stability and protection, yet with a dangerous edge that keeps me on high alert.

I slowly started the car again to continue my journey, but I came to an abrupt stop once more when a huge animal jumped onto the hood of the car. "AHHHHHH!" I screamed, seeing that enormous black wolf staring at me and licking its lips. I honked the horn to make it go away, but nothing made it leave. It was a huge wolf. The wolf jumped off the hood of the car, circling around it, never taking its eyes off me. With trembling hands, I took out my phone and dialed my dad's number, but, great, there was no signal. I slammed the gas pedal and sped away, getting as far away as I could from that wolf.

“She promised to leave. But promises from people like her…” “…mean nothing.” “Exactly.” We searched the area. More tracks. Wolf prints. Big ones. Not Dickson’s. DAISY I stood over the claw marks. They looked fresh. Kelvin sniffed the air. “Three of them,” he said. “Male. Big. One might’ve been alpha before.” “What does that mean?” “They’re organized. Not random.” I swallowed. “So it’s a pack.” “Worse. It’s a pack without rules.”

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.

My off-road vehicle tore across the border line, but I didn't head toward the bustling human cities. Instead, I turned the wheel toward the one place every werewolf feared to tread: Death Valley. There, I found them. A pack of Rogues, cast out and exiled by their former tribes. They were a sorry sight—missing legs, blinded eyes, dressed in rags that barely clung to their emaciated frames. Their eyes held nothing but hollow despair. In my last life, I wasted my White Wolf gifts playing the dutiful housewife, cooking soup for two ungrateful Alphas.