Novel & Cerita Wolf Oc Base

Without thinking about his actions he held her hand tight and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tight as she finally cried. “Do- Domi-nic Hale’s grandfather was a hunter.” Skye started while hiccupping and sobbing, whilst clutching onto the Alpha and Hakan felt his whole body freeze and his blood run cold when he heard the words following her sentence, “a Legacy Wolf hunter.”

Saliva dripped from his snarling jaws as he crouched, preparing to attack. The two wolves collided with a thunderous crash, their snarls and growls echoing through the bakery. Claws raked fur and flesh, teeth snapped with lethal intent. Ryker’s agility countered Bruce’s brute strength as they moved in a flurry of strikes and evasions. Despite the chaos, Ryker’s every move was calculated, his wolf form exhibiting both power and precision.

Maybe it’s the instructors in wolf form. Or maybe it’s… something else. “Stop,” Olivia whispers suddenly, grabbing my arm. I follow her line of sight. Across the line of trees, three wolves prowl slowly in circles. Their fur is dark, sleek, each with a glowing blue batch tied to one of their legs. Their ears flick, alert. Their steps are light but confident. Those are Blue-category wolves. They have ten points each. Olivia leans close, her voice barely a breath. “I want to ambush them. If we can get even one batch, we’re ahead.”

I pushed down the thought of other werewolves being near her and focused on her scent again. "Got anything?" Alpha gray asked, biting his lips in worry. Her mate was comforting her as she looked everywhere to spot Clara. The scent is strong but where is it coming from?... "It's coming from somewhere beneath us." "Do you have a basement?" Alpha gray nodded quickly and showed me the way to its entrance. "She couldn't possibly be in a basement, right?" I asked my wolf, confused about why the scent came from the basement. "Remember, she's different." ​He had a point.

Every day seemed bigger than the last. Everyone was in their wolf form today. Miriam and I stood opposite, with beautiful giant wolves on each side. My father’s salt and pepper wolf was the largest. Magnus and Ghost’s black wolves were just as muscular but less bulky. Diesel’s brown wolf was the smallest but the most spry. “Using your powers, I want you to neutralize the situation without causing harm to each wolf,” Miriam’s voice cut through the tense air, setting the stage for a challenging training session.

The sound of my cracking bones filled the air as my limbs stretch unnaturally, joints popping and shifting to accommodate the new form. I could feel my face contorting painfully, my jaw expanding and teeth sharpening into vicious fangs. A howl escapes my lips, primal and haunting, echoing through the forest. As the transformation took place, I could feel my human thoughts recede, replaced my werewolf consciousness. In my werewolf form I stood tall, my predator instincts awakened with glistening eyes and an insatiable hunger. Cleo. Ozark’s camp was larger than anyone could ever imagine. It was half as large as the Vikings camp with large buildings, castles and wooden longhouses.

We stayed far enough not to alert her, but close enough to stay on her trail. Eventually, she reached a clearing. My breath caught as I took in the scene: makeshift tents and stone pits. No permanent buildings. Just a rough, temporary setup—but there were more of them than I expected. Wolves patrolled the perimeter. Their scents were mixed—feral, ancient, unfamiliar. “Looks like they haven’t claimed a territory yet,” Loid whispered beside me. “They’re still hunting for one.” I nodded grimly. “We might’ve just found the base of the new breed.”

They just stand there facing each other for a few moments before they finally move to fighting poses. “Tracy needed to be convinced to fight. Mates wolf is like royalty and you will find that a lot of wolves will have a hard time going against her.“ Zorro said in my mind. That did explain why it took them a few moments to begin. The fight doesn’t last very long and I am not at all surprised that Oakleys wolf wins. She is twice the size of Bethany’s wolf and very well built. She must have had quite a bit of training in her previous pack. I do remember being told that she wasn’t allowed to shift much though.

Her hands wobbled as she tightened her grip on the rod like a staff she held. "Omicron wolf, a special and rare kind of wolf?” I heard Adrian's voice. I shifted my gaze to the person standing next to the woman and gasped. It was Adrain. Alpha Adrain, his beta Austin, and two older men, including the old woman, were surrounding an image of a big white wolf. “A dead Omega, woken by her mere presence." Adrains voiced out. My eyes flickered all over him, and then something caught my attention.

The woman tugged at her husband's arm as her eyes clouded over, and she began to speak to him mentally. "Your son is an omega," Axil stated coldly as he began to explain, "let me educate all the humans that are with us today. Werewolves are born with ranks due to their bloodline. We have the Alphas, then the Betas, the deltas, then finally the omegas, the weakest among us. Of course, it is possible for an Omega or Delta to raise in rank, but it's rare since they'll have to kill either an Alpha or a beta. Although they are the weakest of the pack, don't get me wrong. We don't shun them. Our job as leaders is to protect them. That's why werewolves move in packs. Every werewolf in this square r