Wolf With Sheep Mask Novels & Stories

he said to her in a slack tone. "Brother you have forgotten something," she said. "I can't remember forgetting anything or anyone," he answered. "You forgot that my face is only a mask, it's not true. So even if someone is to get caught, that person is certainly not me but Emilia," she said, sounding so confident in herself. "The wolf hunters will help us to kill her if we are not able to do so ourselves but If we kill them, then Emilia will be left to us to destroy," she added.

~. .~ Paws Creek was a lively hub of activity, and the visiting she-wolves from various packs stood out with their distinct colors. Each pack had its unique attire, making it easy to distinguish them. The she-wolves wearing pristine white garments were clearly from the Glacier Pack, their attire reflecting the icy lands they hailed from. Their presence exuded an air of cold elegance. On the other hand, the she-wolves donned in vibrant yellow attire hailed from the Sun Pack. Their outfits radiated warmth and vitality, mirroring the sunny region they represented.

We only have an hour left before the ball and everyone needs to be ready. Three quick knocks followed by one long one tells me my pack mates are ready and I link them to come in and to be careful not to be seen. The she wolves already have their makeup and hair done, a mask on their face. They frown when they see me, hair still a mess and face still clean.

The citizens and tourists wore the splashes of kaleidoscopic masks crafted by talented artisans in the Blood Claws Pack with stretched grins. “Masks for the Welcoming Ceremony, everyone! One bronze for three pieces of masks!” A merchant with a protruding belly held out his hands to the crowd passing by his stand as he showed them a couple of masks. Masks were carved into a black wolf, a brunette wolf, a red wolf, and the white wolf with a crescent tattoo on its forehead. “Mom! Mom!” One kid tugged his mother’s dress before he pointed to the white mask. “I want a white mask, please!”

There were all kinds of people: wolves , witches and even fae with the odd human . The crowd started shouting and whistling , drawing my attention to the cage . I watched as a she-wolf entered , she's small but athletic . I can't see her face as she's bouncing on her feet as she has her back to me . She has her blonde hair in two braids , and sports gear on . My wolf starts to pace again as the wolf turns . It's then that I lock eyes with the same eyes of the golden wolf .

Gradually with every word that he spoke, Nicole was beginning to regain her consciousness but just then a day tipped over one of the stainless steel objects there that made such a loud sound. The sound broke Nicole’s concentration within her body and triggered the wolf even more, they hated loud sound or bright light. The she wolf was pissed now and broke the second restraint almost immediately. Then the rampage begun, she went towards Henry and growled really loudly like she was about to attack him but she was slightly able to recognize him, she tossed him aside and then Nicole turned and rammed her way through the door of the basement.

Then the door opened. The woman entered with the calm of someone who carried her gods in her pockets. Her black hair was braided with tiny beads and pieces of amber. Her dress was long and dark, made from dyed reindeer hide. The symbols embroidered on the sleeves shimmered in the torchlight circles, spirals, and the mark of a Wolf: a semicircular arc with teeth pointing upward, like the creature was about to howl.

I purred, my voice laced in sarcasm as I pouted my lips. “Aww... Poor, lonely Enzo.” He scowled, his deep voice cutting through the air. “Wear your damn mask.” I rolled my eyes and held my mask. It had a peacock design, with feathers affixed to the sides. Golden detailing lined the edges, giving it a delicate yet exotic look. I put it on, and it shielded my features, except for my eyes and lips. I turned to look at him. His mask was the design of a wolf, its expression a scowl just like the one he carried permanently on his face. The only covered parts of his face were his forehead and eyelids. His eyes, nose, and mouth were exposed.

He told her and noticed how she was still staring at that Skull Emblem of that mask. “It’s my favorite mask, there are only five masks which was made for five of us, it will protect you when you go out of the packhouse, you know, you are unmated with alpha and he has not marked you, so there are chances they will think of you as the rogue but they will know you are one of us because now you have this mask.” He described to her and she nodded and put on the mask on her face and now only her eyes could be noticed.

The bottom of the bag had heeled leather boots that would come up past my calf. “And I can’t wear heels,” I added, handing the bag back to them. “First of all, it’s not leather. It’s some super stretchy fabric that looks like leather. Secondly, you need this,” Wolf explained patiently. “You’re going to be a personality. Like the WWF fighters. The vest has a hood and a mask. They won’t be able to see your face. We want to call you the Slayer.”