Wolfish Erica Berry Novels & Stories

"Neither Jasmine nor I would ever break your trust." He nodded. "I can give you the short version. She basically killed her wolf when she was twelve by eating wolfsbane. And she got help from some witches to bring her wolf back from the dead." "Is such a thing possible?" I asked, leaning forward in my chair, amazed. I'd never heard of someone losing their wolf, and definitely hadn't heard of them getting it back. I wanted to learn more, but I could tell Tyce wasn’t going to be open about it. Maybe Gigi would eventually feel comfortable enough to open up to me, especially now that we were technically going to be related.

she said calmly. Derek laughed. “Oh, you’ve got attitude. What, he paying you for this?” She didn’t speak. She just stepped forward again. Derek backed up instinctively. “You’re not worth the bones I’d break doing it,” she murmured, her amber eyes glowing faintly now, almost imperceptible—but not to Lucas. “But keep talking. Let’s see if I change my mind.” Lucas stepped in. “That’s enough. Derek, go.” Derek spat on the pavement. “You’ve always been a freak magnet.”

She had just known about it the previous day and they both seem so entangled. Eric who happens to be an Omega specie just like Jessica has been all over her all day. He can't seem to understand why Jessica was so beautiful all of a sudden. They were not strangers to each other but have not had any romantic feelings for each other but all of a sudden, they were mates. All though, the reason why Jessica had not known this was because Eric had been out of town ever since she had her wolf and even the few times he came around, it's either he was spending time with his family and friends or she had been with George.

“We knew she talked to you, Jessica. We didn’t know she was... telling you how to fight.” Eric’s gaze sharpened. “That's not normal,” he said simply. “Wolves don’t usually give battle strategies, that's for humans. They just fight through instincts.” I wanted to argue about his logic, but Beck probed on. He shook his head in disbelief. “So let me get this straight… While the rest of us are just reacting in a fight, you’ve got a personal trainer in your head, giving you step-by-step instructions?” I winced. “It’s not like that— ”

"Do you know what happened to her at school? She's having a really hard time right now. So please just let her be, Alpha." "She has to come with me." He growled. I'm scared.. I'm scared for Toby and I'm scared for myself. But i can’t imagine these 2 biggest and strongest wolves in the pack, fighting in such a small house. Their bodies won’t even fit in the hallway. "Please, listen to me! She's scared and she was crying just now.. There are bruises all over her body and..." "You fucking saw her body?" He growled. "No! I mean, yes, the girls from school ripped her sweater!" Toby tried to explain but i could still hear Alpha Flynn’s low growl.

I asked. His eyes widened, but his brow furrowed, and if I didn’t know any better, it almost looked like he flinched, but Eric is a gamma, a high-ranking wolf; he has mastered recovering his emotions quickly so as not to give anything away. He clears his throat and looks me dead in the eye, making my heart miss its beat. My stomach flutters, and I find my mind is empty, clear of all my worries; now all I can see is Eric. “Freya, you don’t have your wolf yet.”

Even on the day he rejected her, he was happy when he saw her, his mate, the Blue haired omega that everyone in the pack adores because of her beauty and goodwill. He remembered that day when he set his eyes on her, the way she was excited to see him. He the Alpha king was falling for a mere omega wolf. "How pathetic," he scoffed. Allan Shaked his head when he remembered how Erica told him her name was Erica and not Rica. she was confident and vibrant, the qualities of a Luna. "Get a grip of yourself,you can't possibly tell me that she is the one who can break my curse, that is impossible." He said shaking his head.

“Have you seen her yet?” Eric sighed, a shadow falling over his features. Shutting his eyes, he replied, “She’s an exiled wolf. An Omega. One who’s hiding among humans.” Lucian’s expression shifted to unreadable—then to amused. “Fair and square. I've got a human male mate, and you've got an exiled Omega. Isn't the Moon Goddess wonderful?” Eric glared at him. “That isn't funny. What am I supposed to tell my aunt? By the full moon, you're the worst friend.”

I told her. “That doesn’t make it right. Eric admitted to killing his own mother and something tells me that isn’t the most sinister thing happening around here.” She replied. “Agreed! Krissy’s special unicorn cocoa for one. I doubt that was just milk chocolate. Having black eyes is eerie enough but whatever was in there made her wolf recede.” Which brought me back to a question Eric had been avoiding answering. “Are there werewolves here?” I asked bluntly. Hoping that he couldn’t avoid a direct question.

Eric said, looking as if he was deep in thought. “Tell me.” “You know of anyone that doesn’t have their wolf but still has the werewolf traits?” He asked, ignoring me. “You know the answer to that. It isn’t possible to carry the traits of a wolf without a wolf. Now tell me what is going on.” “Have you noticed anything abnormal about Brook?” Eric once again ignored my demand. “Like what?” “Her speed, strength, and reflexes.” “She is quick, but I wouldn’t say abnormal. Why?”