Novel & Cerita Wolf/raven Relationship

Rex sat on a rock facing his wolf. "Aren't you afraid?" the wolf asked. "No. You have been apart of me for so long, your moods are second nature to me. Now, there's limited time here. Is it possible for us to just agree to disagree on this? You help when I need, and I'll help when you need? This war with Chad, the Council, and the Rogues will be unbeatable without you and I connected." Rex said.

The car stops in front of a house where a man and a woman—middle-aged—walk out to greet me. I step out. “Good afternoon.” I offer a small bow. “Roland, how are you?” the woman speaks first. “I’m Rachel, Diana’s mother.” She opens her arms for a hug. I do not care for hugs. Or people. I never have. “Sorry,” I say flatly. “I’m not a hugger.” Her arms fall back to her sides, smile stiff. The man steps in. “Dylan, Diana’s father.” He offers his hand. I accept it.

Mason hesitated. "Did you and Damon?" Raven shook her head as tears sprung to her eyes. "He wanted to wait, to make sure I was thinking about him, not you." "Oh," Mason muttered. "I’m… I’m sorry." "You don’t have anything to apologize for," Raven said, hurt and… anger filling her voice. "We’re not married, anymore. And… you are in a relationship with her. I should have expected-" "Raven, stop. You’re going to pass out if you don’t breathe!"

At the age of twelve, Raiden entered the training ground to become a hunter. He wanted to dedicate his life to protecting everybody in the village. He knew that he was adopted, but he had no recollection of his biological parents. He had witnessed several killings and werewolf attacks at a young age. He aims to completely get rid of the werewolves before he enters into a family affair. He was looking into creating a family with his crush, Harriet. She was an adopted daughter of his mother's sister. They are not blood-related, but they are too close to each other.

"So we're currently in the pack house. This is where the Alpha, mateless wolves, and some others live," Raven explained as she walked down the hallway, blowing cigarette smoke around us. As she spoke, I noticed a fresh-looking gash on her hip. "What happened to your hip?" I asked quietly. She froze in place and slowly turned to glare at me. But then, unexpectedly, the glare shifted into a smile, which only confused me more. "Something tells me you'll find out what happens around here soon enough," she said, taking a long drag from her cigarette.

She wrinkled her nose and looked at me. “You smell desperate,” Raven said. “I mean really desperate.” “What’s going on in Wolf Fang?” I asked. She scoffed. “Too desperate. What’d you hear something?” “Just tell me.” Raven eyed me. Her eyes flashed red for a moment before she rolled her eyes. “They’re having some trouble keeping themselves together. In-fighting. Your dad’s let it go to shit, so there’s a question of whether they’ll be of any use when the real fight starts. Werewolf problems.”

Fuck, this has to be the dumbest, none thought out thing I have ever done. Colton told me Raven is like a sister to him and warned me off. I know I should have backed off the moment he told me that. But I just can’t let her go, I know I have to focus on the pack and must sister, we all need to heal. But Raven brings light to all the darkness around me and I can’t let her go, I don’t want to.

"We haven't discussed-the future. You said you wanted us to stick, but-" "But you don't know what that entails." He nodded, the clamp around his chest easing. Raven was a planner by nature, always needing to know what came next. The organizational side of her, the one that needed control in all things, had to be going batshit inside her skull. Neither of them had been in a long term relationship. She didn't know what to do, and it was obviously making her crazy.

he muttered under his breath before starting the engine and driving off to the location where Devon had sent his warriors and women. Raven finished signing the last of the papers and leaned back in his chair, letting out a long sigh. He missed Brienne and their unborn child, but his responsibilities to the company and his pack kept him tied up. "What’s with the heavy sigh?" Johnson asked, looking up from his coffee. "I miss Brienne," Raven admitted, rubbing his temples. "Then go home when you’re done here," Johnson replied casually, taking another sip of his drink. "I told her you're a werewolf," Raven said suddenly, catching Johnson completely off guard. The man choked on his coffee, sputte

Did Ivan and Raven have such a close relationship that they would share each other’s phones, answering each other’s calls? What else were they sharing? At once, I shunned those feelings inside of me. What right was it of mine to know what they were to each other? What right did I have to even care? Raven had been brought to my pack as a bodyguard to protect my son. She was not my girlfriend or my lover. We were barely even friends. I didn’t have any hold over her or her heart. She was free to do whatever she wanted with it. Yet, even knowing that and believing it, my traitorous heart continued to ache.