Romans & histoires Wolf Under Tree

The dark wolf started to growl while walking around her, Niffa stared at the wolf's eyes furiously as she run to attack the dark wolf. "Aaah!" she shouted furiously as she wave her fist to punch the wolf's face, she felt the energy from her body like electricity runs through her hand as her fist hit the wolf's jaw, the wolf fought back and left a small scratch on her shoulder. Niffa ignored the blood as she tossed another punch, the wolf flew and hit its back on the tree. Niffa didn't expect her punch to be that powerful as she widened her eyes and look at the poor wolf unable to stand. The tree behind the wolf started to break as it slowly falls but Niffa run and embrace the wolf to protect

A goal she was willing to sacrifice everything to achieve it. “The tree… up in the tree,” she mumbled, speeding up her pace to get away from the angry wolves which finally noticed her absence. Layla sprinted in no time and up to the nearby tree she jumped. Layla wrapped her arm on the tree while the other was hanging cold to her side. Her toes were buried on the trunk as she attempted to pull herself up. “NO!” she yelled when the wolves reached out for her as a delicious treat stuck on the tree, only a couple of feet from the ground.

My wolf receded with little effort and minimal pain, eager to ensure our mate’s needs were cared for. The shift from wolf to man took considerably less time than Willow’s inverse shift had earlier, but she had been subjected to extraordinary circumstances. I swiftly pulled on the pants that my wolf had so thoughtfully brought with him behind this huge oak tree. I went to immediately round the trunk of the ancient tree, keen to make eye contact with Willow’s lovely orbs again and not liking the feeling of being constantly on edge when she was out of my sightline, but I forced myself to at least prolong the urge, digging my toes into the damp earth as my claws sank into the rough bark of the t

Elena followed her gaze—and her blood ran cold. Four rogue wolves burst from the tree line, their fur ragged, their eyes feral and wild. One was massive, darker than night. Another snarled as it lunged at a villager.

The wolf growled. “It is okay, Joel, He won't hurt me,” I tell Joel as the wolf approaches me and sits. His tail wraps around me. I am instantly relaxed. I rub my face in his fur and enjoy his warm. I feel safe, and I calm down. I am hit with the scent of sandalwood and citrus. Luka’s scent. “What?” I questioned out loud. I am his. He is mine. We are one. Like you and the white wolf. My eyes bug out of my head a bit. I want to ask questions.

Should have made me pull away. Instead, my wolf purred. Outside, a branch snapped. We both froze. Someone was still here. Someone was watching.

"You're a White Lotus witch. Admit it." There's a line of gold running along his pupils, and his lips are quivering as if he's about to show his fangs any minute now. Hiro trembles, but he fixes his posture and stands straight. Werewolves can very much smell fear, especially if they were this close to each other. Hiro wasn’t exactly afraid; he was taken aback that he suddenly got caught. "What is it to you?" He snarls, trying to get past him and that's when he bares his fangs. In broad daylight too, what an asshole.

Caius looked around the bush and found uniform spares, for situations where a wolf needed a quick run to ease their tension, the pack made provision of several uniforms and clothing in the forest. The forest is a restricted area, this was made to keep the humans out of it. The pack had acquired this vast land just so it's members can have a place to go running whenever they needed to. "Are you better now?" Wyatt asked concerned. They had all ran to their satisfaction yesterday and Erskine wasn't the type to act up without reason. "I think she was close by." Alexios told his friends, his heart beating faster and he felt nervous. "By she, you mean?" Owen asked his mouth opened and eyes budged.

The wolf jumped again towards the Cursed until they were slammed into a tree. Hugo's breath jolted out, his gaze turned angry. Aryadi grunted in front of his enemy's face while sticking his claws into the man's chest. Hugo shouted out once. His body trembled for a moment before yawning and quickly turning into a wolf in red fur. Aryadi the black wolf gave a startled voice. Hugo took advantage of that split second by throwing the wolf Aryadi's body. Aryadi was thrown several fathoms while Hugo stood tall in his form as a wolf proudly.