Wolf Pack 3 Wolves Tattoo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It bore a majestic image of a wolf's head, its eyes burning with a fierce inner light. Two daggers crossed over its forehead, their blades adorned with ancient runes. “Blood Moon Pack” was boldly inscribed on the board too. That was the Pack's symbol, just like Thunderwolf Pack's symbol was a Wolf's body, strong and Majestic, with the wings of an eagle, sprouting from its back. If I had given Axel any pups, that symbol would have been tatted on me, but since I couldn't, his pack saw no reason to have it done.

Lylah shrugged. The first line was destroyed. More werewolves, despite having many of their men down, still surged toward Lylah and the group. They were firmer and stronger, with heavy long blockers ready to support them at the front line. Falcon couldn't help but stare at Lylah's tattoo, especially the one on her left shoulder: ‘Little Wolf’. Then the other tattoos—where did she get them? As if sensing his gaze, Lylah glanced at him with a blank look.

“And didn’t I tell you to drop the formalities when we’re alone, darling?” I have heard of the Dread Moon pack wolves being tattooed, but I have never seen one in person before. His right arm and pectoral are adorned with black ink, and I spy his pack crest amidst some rose designs. It is actually quite a beautiful tapestry and something inside of me seems to pull me toward him.

My eyes widened when I saw the 'wolf head' tattoo on his chest, and the several marks like claws and scars on his chest. Seeing my eyes were glued on his chest, the formidable man smiled and said, "Admiring my tattoos, right?" "Yeah. Are you a warrior? Doesn't this big tattoo hurt?" I asked him, knowing that it was wrong to pry into a stranger's life. We were only having a night together, and I did not need to ask him who the fụck he was. "Yeah. It's a tribal tattoo. I am from the Dark Mountain Pack," he responded, and I saw his eyes glow a golden hue. I didn't know if I was hallucinating at the moment.

I could see other packs dressed in uniforms with different symbols that represented their packs. As for our pack, they were dressed in a blue and black uniform with the logo of a crescent moon at the back of their shirts, while the right side of their chest had claws on it. The loud sound of the wolves rising to their feet filled the air, bringing my attention back to them. The rhythm of the drums changed, and with anticipation, I watched them crouch to the ground. They kissed two of their fingers, touched the ground, and raised five fingers to the sky.

Mary knew as she got closer to that damn state her wolf would become even more restless, it was home and her old family pack would be close. Bill had offered to come along but Mary knew this was dangerous even more so now that Tiffany had let her wolf free. Artemis had not fully made her way out when Mary had paid a witch to bind her daughter’s wolf and keep her hidden, hidden even from the child that shared the body and mind with. And the people that had killed her pack would know she was there as well and would be looking for her.

Thor killed his third attacker and stepped back toward me. “How many?” he asked. I did not answer. Because I was counting differently. Not how many remained. But how many were designed to die. That was when I saw it. On the wrist of one of the fallen wolves, partially exposed beneath torn fabric. A mark. A tattoo. Recognizable. I froze for a fraction of a second longer than I should have. Thor noticed immediately. “What is it?” I knelt slowly, pulling the wrist closer. The symbol was burned into skin with deliberate precision.

Halle lowered her voice and asked, “I want to ask if you know anything about wolf tattoos. The kind of tattoo that doesn’t show normally but will reveal itself when it comes into contact with warm water. It’s a whole red wolf, not just the wolf head.” Some thoughts later, the person on the other end of the phone said, “In the Western Frontline, the Lycantroops usually use a wolf as their totem. However, they are very particular with their tattoos. Based on what I know, a whole wolf can only be tattooed on someone of the highest rank.” A high-ranking person in the Lycantroops? Halle started to have a better understanding of the situation. “Thank you, Uncle Lee.” After the call, she used whate

For the most part, the packs got along but there was still always a sense of authority that was tested. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you look good. Can’t be representing our pack badly.” Jacob was getting our Crest tattooed on his chest. It was the head of a wolf with its teeth showing and blue blood dripping from the fangs. Kind of spot on for whoever designed it but whatever.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”