Novel & Cerita Wolfless, Fateful Encounters

“The sighting was brief. One of our scouts caught its scent near the forest that borders your campus, but by the time backup arrived, it was gone. No tracks. No trail. No evidence that it had been there except for the lingering smell of decay.” I wrapped my arms tighter around myself, suddenly cold. “And you’re sure it was a Veryix? Not something else?” “I’m sure.” His jaw tightened. “I’ve encountered one before. Back when I was young, during the purge. The scent is unmistakable. Like death and rot and something chemical, something that doesn’t belong in this world.” I didn’t want to ask the next question, but I had to. “What happened? When did you encounter it before?” Walmer’s eyes darkene

I knew I wouldn't survive losing any of my pack-mates to such carelessness. We at least now had another area to explore. It was going to take time tracking down Desdemona, since it was hard to explore the swampland effectively and efficiently in our wolf forms. We were wolves and this wasn't our normal habitat. Not to mention there were alligators and crocodiles that wouldn't hesitate to take advantage of our ignorance. I had to wonder if Des had lost a few demons to the natural predators here. It wasn't often that immortals found themselves in such predicaments when they lost to a lesser predator. /"Do you know if the area has a public access?"/ I asked.

A full week had elapsed since the whole encounters, and Nash found himself leisurely traversing a busy street when an abrupt and desperate cry for help pierced through the ambient noise. Startled, Nash's instincts kicked in, propelling him towards the source of the commotion. To his surprise, he stumbled upon Emily engaged in a fierce struggle with a wolf. The urgency of the situation captivated Nash's attention, and he stood there, observing the unfolding drama with a mixture of concern and fascination. Emily, tenaciously tackling the wolf, fought to maintain control. Intrigued, Nash couldn't help but marvel at the intensity of the scene.

VALENTINA [UNKNOWN] All around us was chaos, wolves against wolves, most of which seemed to be on Lucean’s side. I spotted a specially large reddish-brown wolf, the fur on its front left leg up to the left side of its face was uniquely covered in black fur. The wolves easily tackled three enemy wolves, his superior size and ire making the fight unfair for his opponents. “Is that—” “Khan, yeah.” “But-but how?” “Your friend followed you, she saw Jafarr knock you out and knew you were definitely in grave danger…”

Death is reluctant, while life is also impossible. Such is the allegory that Rula Vivian Sterne is currently experiencing. The twenty-five-year-old woman felt her life was on the verge of danger. In front of him, a pack of wolves were lined up looking at Rula. The sound of the wolves roaring made Rula shake her head, while crying to mourn the end of her unfortunate story. Why did Rula's death have to be so tragic by facing a forest wolf, Rula was sure that her body would probably not be found in its entirety. Let alone being whole, leaving a few pieces of his body fragments would be impossible, considering how many wolves were in front of him, ready to pounce on Rula's body.

I tried to focus on what Tristan was saying, but it didn't take long for my mind to wander. Despite my attraction to her, I can't help but notice that I couldn't connect with her wolf. 'Me too' Beck my wolf purred in my head. I visibly squeezed my hand at the thought of her not having a wolf. I've been waiting for this day for over thirty years, and it's finally arrived, but she's wolfless. 'Why would the moon goddess choose to punish me in this manner, what am I supposed to do with a wolfless mate, how is she to rule the entire werewolf pack if she's wolfless,' I pondered as my grip on the whiskey glass tightened with each unanswered question.

The warriors were mourning their dead and the other wolves were going to be cremated and their ashes flushed as was tradition. Despite our win by a major landslide, there was no excitement in the air. As many as sixty two wolves had died on our side. The Luna was injured and Dahlia, who everyone took as an angel and loved wholeheartedly, turned out to be a traitor who started all this. The betrayal coupled with the anxiety of the battle had everyone living quietly like a mouse.

Alpha Jace reminded his daughter about the deal talked about earlier before they went home. “Yeah, I get it.” Ashlyn rolled her eyes and keep herself quiet. “Aside from that report, there were some falling wolves tagging along with them. They were exiled wolves from the same pack but none of the pack could recognize their faces or their scents since they were already falling into their madness side.” Alpha Jace went back on the report since Vladimir was thinking already about how to secure the pack from those fallen rogues' sudden attacks.