Romans & histoires Wolfwalkers Oc

But Carson interrupted, "Her name's Celia. We need to head to the lake." "Yeah, I got that. My question is for Celia." Mike made my name sound dirty as he said it. "What were you doing at the lake alone at this time of the morning?" For being only a couple of years older than me, Mike seemed like such an adult. He was unmated and had all the cockiness of a high-ranking member, he was only a second year Epsilon in our pack, but he definitely acted like he held a higher rank. He always had. Although younger, Carson out ranked him as he had gotten his wolf young, he had joined the warriors at age 14. I remember my Dad mentioning Carson because it was so rare to have a wolf at 14.

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

"This is intentional." "Should I get Beta Richard?" "Not yet." If Richard finds out before I understand the full scope, he will panic and panicking Betas make Alpha mates defensive. "Let me finish reviewing everything first." April leaves and I return to the mess unfolding across my screen, watching months of careful financial management dissolve into proof that someone has been stealing from pack reserves while I was busy managing everything else that keeps this place running. The transfers all go to the same account, an offshore number I do not recognize, and they started small in January but escalated to half a million per month by June.

- Don't do anything stupid! Michael said as he walked past me. How does he piss me off... We soon reached the point where I saw feral wolves, in no way inferior to those creatures that we fought against in my home magical world. A flock of huge beasts with distraught eyes. Even being a wolf, I would be like a fly to them. And there are five of them. Throughout the glade there was a fetid smell of the decomposed remains of the people they had eaten and other living creatures. Catching our scent, they pounced on us.

' Go see to it then and give me a report when you are back . I rose from the chair and walked briskly out of his office . Alastair was already waiting outside . He pulled me and we went into my office together . ' It is an Epsilon . It is in the pack and it is not taking any time to move around . ' he said immediately we entered the office . ' What ? ' I replied surprised . Everyone knew it was rare for an Epsilon to turn up in the pack . An Epsilon is a werewolf whom sorrow has allowed the wolf instincts to supercede the human mind and it was infectious .

And so did her transformational ability. Her thoughts flashed speedily to the moment she found herself in the midst of a very angry mob that only wanted one thing— her life. She had crossed the territory of the death valley pack. As the name implies, the pack was one of if not the most popular pack. No. Not popular but notorious. Through the ages, they had been referred to as many things. Wicked souls, evil incarnates, beasts of the wild, monsters . Whichever the case may be, they could fit in perfectly to it. Right now, the pack is called " Death Valley" . The worst nightmare of any person was to find him or herself trespassing the borders of the death valley back. Numerous alphas , omegas

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

“Why did the witches find Barbara's place being held captive this late? We won't have time to save that girl!” Rokan Allegro took a few steps forward and patted Linda on the shoulder once with understanding. “Don't worry, Mrs. Alexander. We've sent a select group of witches over there. We will never let Sacred Wolvire fall into Hugo's hands, I promise.” “But they will still be late!” Aryadi interrupted loudly from where he was sitting. Rokan Allegro raised his hand as if he was going to stop something. “They used Body Transfer to go there. It will only take five hours. Pretty quicker than if a vampire or shifter darted over there.”

Billy POV The mountain belonged to no one. All the packs were welcome to do whatever they wanted in the redwood forests, all the way up the mountain as the towering trees grew smaller and denser. I, personally, preferred to be up in the trees, away from town and all the nonsense that came with it. Being a small town was one thing, but a small town divided up into dozens of wolf shifter packs was another thing entirely. There was always drama happening. Currently, the drama is centered on Marianne Pinewood. Librarian, witch, and my current ward.

Their eyes glowed cold blue. Their leader, a massive male with a deep scar across his chest, stepped forward. "Elara Kane. We are the Void Walkers. We have watched your bloodline for generations. The child you carry cannot be allowed to live. It will bring the end of all packs." Mira growled and moved in front of us. "You will have to kill us first." The Void Walker leader smiled. "That was always the plan." They attacked without another word. Damien pushed me back and met the first wolf head-on. Even weak, he fought like a beast. He bit down on the attacker’s throat and refused to let go. I jumped in beside him, snapping and clawing at anything that got close.