Novel & Cerita Wolf Under Tree

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.

Luka seemed so captivated as he waited for me to continue. “Yeah, I usually wake up when it jumps at me, but it wasn’t the case this time,” I tell him, and he just lifts a brow for me to continue. “This time, me and the White Wolf are running through the woods together. Like we were one. We even talk to each other and that was new too.” “She talked to you? Interesting.” Luka mused.

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.

Such a delicate wolf girl. Anyway, it was my turn to play my character. I had no idea who was Thomas but I knew he was her uncle through her conversation to herself. It was not hard insulting him as the stupid, useless and ugly werewolf cause he was each one of them. Who is his mate anyway? How can someone be mate of such an ugly creature? Look at me, if I hadn’t had to hide, every vampire girl in Goldenwood would die to touch me. And who knows Blackwood’s she-wolf would fall for me too.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

What Sonya did not expect, but Lana did, is that this wolf is quite large and begins to buck off Sonya. As Sonya buckles down and wraps her rear legs around the other wolf's midriff, Lana watches this from a distance, rolling her eyes in her head. The other wolf stops and throws itself back into a tree, its white coat rustling in the light breeze. Lana is left sitting naked and in considerable discomfort against a tree after Sonya, as was to be predicted, takes the brunt of the blow and abruptly shifts.

Martha's I found myself standing in the middle of a dense forest. The trees towered far above me like ancient guardians that had stood there for centuries, their thick trunks stretching endlessly toward the dark sky. Their branches intertwined overhead, creating a canopy so dense that barely any light could pass through. The little moonlight that managed to slip between the leaves painted silver patterns across the forest floor. The air smelled of damp earth, pine, and wild grass, carrying the familiar scent of nature that every wolf found comforting.