Wolfman Rdr2 Novels & Stories

"You'll lose." "Maybe." I turned to face him. "But I'd rather lose fighting than win by surrendering." Rylan studied me for a long moment. Then he did something unexpected. He smiled. "You really have changed." He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small leather pouch. "Take this." I opened it. Inside was a pinch of dark red powder that smelled of iron and moonlight. "What is it?" "Bloodroot. Crushed from a plant that grows only in the Unclaimed Range. A pinch in your system, and your wolf will run hotter, faster, stronger. For about an hour."

The man's back hit the wall. "Never touch what is mine," Rolph growled and then placed his hand on the man's forehead. "Decrusto." A high-pitched scream filled the room as the man's body turned to ash until there was nothing left but a pile of ash on the floor. Rolph smirked and then turned to face everyone and pointed right at me. "No one touches her but me! Got it?" "Aye!" the other man yelled as the two wolves lay on the floor near my feet.

Ronald said, sweeping in and taking her weight. The first wave of armored wolves hit us before we could take three steps. Ryker met them head on, shifting mid stride, his wolf slamming into two of them at once and sending them crashing into the vault wall. I pulled the energy I'd taken from Magnus's device and pushed it outward, a ripple of silver light that knocked six wolves off their feet. "Nice," Ryker said through the bond. "Don't get used to it, I don't know how much I have left," I said back.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

Inside the stone building, my boots walk down a dark hallway until my eyes find a heavy iron door marked VTN ROOM. My fingers tremble a lot as I reach out to knock on the cold metal. The door creaks open slow, revealing a thin wolf with sharp eyes sitting behind three glowing computer screens. “Are your boots the ones they call Byte 7?” I ask, my heart going super fast against my ribs. The wolf looks up at my face and lets out a low, dry chuckle. “Mars Reed. My mind has been waiting a very long time to see what your hands brought me from the main Walker territory.”

I mumbled as I glanced at Gideon Landers and asked him if he could take the three of us somewhere. Shrugging, he nodded. Giving the former assassin our hands, the training area disappeared, and the thick forest appeared before us. Looking at me anxiously, Austin asked me what I wanted to discuss, but I was eyeing Gideon with a cocked brow. “First I must clarify something in regards to druid wolves. They're said to be very sexual and like fornication immensely, correct?” Both men nodded but looked confused, so I continued. “That also means female druid wolves are as well?”

I say not sure what to say, or how to react to this. "Why don't you shift? Show her?" Dad says he knows I'll feel more comfortable in that form, I nodded not daring to actually talk yet, I just closed my eyes and did the thing that she's been struggling with, I shifted to my wolf form right away, a grey wolf with green eyes. "Roman," she says her eyes locked on me, her eyes were back to their mixed colouration, the green and blue shifting as well, each eye is different than the other, my presence is helping her, I so hoped it was.

I could smell the blood which was coming from his wounds but that didn't stop me. He tried to to fight back, but I put an abrupt end to anything which could happen as I took a bite out of his shoulder, growling at him as a warning to make him stop. "Ellie," I heard a series of voices call but I was too pissed to see what the hell it was that they wanted. Goodbye. Alpha James. My wolf muttered to herself as she took another bite our of out of his flesh on his neck. Slow and painful. Just like that ass deserves.

Instead, I entered his mind through our bond, conveying everything. Melinda did this. She was in our house, and I didn’t realize until she pushed me down the stairs. His eyes met mine, and a deep, menacing growl emerged from his throat. His eyes darkened as he stepped back, unwilling to risk losing control and harming me. He was battling his wolf for dominance, his posture stiff, fists clenched so tightly that his knuckles whitened. Muscles bulged under his black shirt, and his whole body trembled with rage—but slowly, he calmed, approaching me gently.

“I have this bad feeling and my wolf is unsettled.” “Mine too.” I agree, knowing exactly what he means. “Mine too,” I repeat trying to make sense of what is out of place. Alpha James of the Raven Knights pack had said Alpha Crane was sly and calculating. I could understand and see why he didn’t like the Crimson Moon Alpha.