Wolf With Scar 소설 & 이야기

The battlefield was still. Only the crackling of burning trees and the heavy breaths of wounded wolves filled the night. Scar, now in his monstrous wolf form, towered over Tesla, his golden eyes gleaming with malice. He took slow, deliberate steps toward her, his massive paws sinking into the bloodstained ground. Kael and Henry stood at a distance, watching tensely, their bodies aching from battle. “This isn’t good,” Kael muttered. Henry growled lowly. “She’s strong… but Scar is something else.”

But out of nowhere, Scar tackles him on the neck and with a snap, the wolf goes limp in her arms and she drops him with a thud. My mouth hits the ground but I recover from my shock too quickly as I see from the corner of my eyes. “WATCH OUT!” I scream at Scar but the attack gets to her before she realizes and she falls to the ground with a powerful hit and rolls to the side. I watch as she tries to get up but falls back on the ground with blood pouring out of her mouth. “SCAR!!” I scream, attempting to rush towards her but the wolf blocks my path then he jumps into the air and launches at me.

Each strike was deliberate, devastating. As the rogues fell, the leader—a massive black wolf with eyes the color of molten gold—stepped forward. He bore the unmistakable mark of a rogue alpha: a ragged scar across his muzzle, jagged like broken bone. He snarled at Lilly, challenging her.

My blood ran cold, and the blood stopped flowing to my legs. It was one thing to have the pack of the one who rejected me as his mate around me and my new life. And it was another thing to have the same person who rejected me around. Lucas walked out of the darkness, his face as handsome as ever. He had another scar, a thin line that ran from his temple to the middle of his cheek. It’s a known fact that female wolves have a major attraction to wolves with scars, but I did not want to believe that this was the case.

Thankfully, she had survived and finally found a slither of second to escape. Unfortunately, my presence didn't go unnoticed by the rogue. Its attention shifted to me, and a furious snarl escaped its jaws, its eyes filled with a vacant, menacing intensity. Just as it was about to make a move toward me, Alpha Chase, in his brownish-black wolf form, darted past, using his swift movements to knock a line of rogues off balance, sending them crashing onto the cold pavement.

I could feel the way my heart thudded in quick paces. It all looked like a sky rocketing scene where one had to be careful with each step made. I made a move to rush upstairs but was held back by a sinful hand. My entire body froze in awareness at who was it that had possessed Luca’s entire body. It was no other than the feral wolf. Scar. “Missed me, mate?” he let out mischievously. I could only stare at him with blood shot eyes as I looked around the environment for someone that could be of assistance in my particularly helpless situation.

“We’re going to be working together. I know you have a question. Ask. If I don’t want to answer, I won’t. No hard feelings.” He nodded. “Does your wolf have a blind eye, too?” he gestured to my scar. I grinned. “No, Dali has the sight of both her eyes. I got this scar before I got my wolf so she wasn’t able to heal me. She does have a black streak down her face, though, in the exact place of my scar. It’s the only color on her body.” “That is so cool!” Bob was enthusiastic. I laughed again.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

I wasn’t wearing any bra and my boobs dangled as he struggled to bang me. His face glowed as the moon shone on his face and finally, for the first time, I saw his other side. He was a scarred wolf and a fragile wolf together. But then, the scarred wolf was a dangerous, self-centered and a killer wolf, positioned to kill and cause havoc wherever it dwells.

What color would her fur be? Lia positioned herself on the carpet about six feet from him, arms at her sides, a naked goddess with her lustrous mane of hair and her hazel eyes flecked with gold. She looked at him for a long moment then closed her eyes, let out her breath, and began to turn in a circle. Yes, it was exactly as it had been with Mike, the air around spinning. As she moved faster, the air became a blur, a thick cloud surrounding her until suddenly it stopped, fell away, and Riley gasped. A gorgeous white wolf stood in her place, with a sculptured head and a majestic body.