Novel & Cerita Wolf Twins

His voice was completely calm — which was, in some ways, more unsettling than tears. "That," Jax said quietly, "was the beginning of your wolf." Ryder looked up. "It happened because Blake was scared." "Yes." "My wolf came out because Blake needed it to." "Yes." Jax's voice was steady and careful. "That's a twin bond. Alpha twins — when one is frightened or in pain, the other's wolf responds." He met Ryder's eyes. "It means your wolves already know each other. They've been talking to each other since before you were born."

“We need all eyes on deck now lads. We need you to keep a close eye on Elder Richard and Tia but keep a safe distance. Don’t let them detect anything! We need to see if this is a spell and if so, what witch is responsible.” My order was received by the twins. They were the best trackers within our pack. Their bloodline was that of the Mulross family. My family. Their mother however was a witch. Some call them hybrids but their witch heritage was too weak. They had strong powerful wolves that dominated their DNA only allowing the gift of camouflage of their own aroma to exist. Silence fell upon the timber cladded room as we all appeared to digest what was happening around us. “There’s more…”

Unnecessarily, that is. (Don’t play this game with me.) “Let her go.” He clenched his jaw, his rage shriveling the middle-aged facade he had fabricated, “She isn’t Nafasm... Reyna is my flesh and blood!” I turn my head to her sleeping form, they were carved out of the same mold. They even shared a freckle deep in their cleavage. Reincarnation didn’t exist and she wasn’t a doppelganger. "Nafasm was a snake, She's my tiger with claws." I tipped my head to suggest, “Perhaps it’s the Oath.”

Just like hers—though I didn’t know who she was. Downstairs, the training yard was already alive with movement. Warriors sharpening blades, brushing pelts, preparing to impress the elders under tonight’s blood moon. I passed them quietly, head high, shoulders straight. But the whispers never stopped. Whispers from parents to children. From the young wolves to the old ones. “Do you know that the Beta was found in the snow? Like a cursed thing.” “Alpha Blaine just took her in to save face.” “How could she even become the Beta?”

he explained, gaze distant. The erratic fluttering of her heart began again, like a bird flying around in its cage. Rogue wolves were supposed to be rare now–a thing of the past. "And since they're in our vicinity now, it makes it our problem and responsibility. I was young the last time an incident like this had detrimental effects, and I'm hoping something like it doesn't happen again."

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

In the blown window, a brown she-wolf crouched half inside, breath hot and rotten, eyes intelligent and hateful. “Out of my house!” Jake bellowed. The wolf weighed him, then lifted a muscled forearm as he fired. Rounds sparked off hide and bone. Zak and Tara piled in. “Smart bitch,” Jake snapped, still working the trigger. “She’s not going down!” Zak barked, stitching a burst. “Body!” Jake yelled. They dragged fire off the skull. The she-wolf shrieked, rocked, then vaulted backward into the yard and vanished into the dark.

I sniffed the neck of Cygnus’s twin brother, still in disbelief that he’s also my mate. My wolf has been howling with joy because she’s finally found her mates—the ones we had long wished for. And not just one, but two hunky males, oozing with sexiness and dominance. But I won’t back down either!

“He took you away from Ragnulf, but he has not touched you or marked you, yet? That’s unusual for a wolf not to touch his mate.” “His name is not—” “His actual name is Eyolf Mickelson.” He cut me short. “But Eyolf—” “Yes. You met him.” He smirked. “But the alpha whose real name is Eyolf Mickelson is Uriel Mickelson and Uriel Claes is Eyolf Mickelson.” “You are sick in the head, Clyde. I’ve known him before I met you, and that’s not his name.” I argued, but it stuck with me. When Ragnulf called his brother at the party, he didn’t flinch and admitted Ragnulf as his brother.

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”