Novel & Cerita Wolverine: Bloodlust

I groaned when I pushed my knife straight to his jugular and his blood smeared on my face and black t-shirt. "Damn, I just had this washed," I complained but Nero was by the drunk dude's side and he sank his fangs and looked at me as he drank from the guy. I got to watch as Nero's eyes gleamed with viciousness while the guy struggled when his life was slipping out of him. So. Fucking. Hot. At that moment, I know I was going to ride my vampire boyfriend after this. So fucking hard, that he'd wish he had invited me to their playground instead spending time apart and hunting without me.

Mom, Dad she called out slowly to them moving close in their direction. By the time she found them they had already transformed into werewolves it's wasn't easy, controlling them as wolves, to make them go under the basement, she tried all she could but failed then she said to them, "I don't care how aggressive you are towards me, you know you can't hurt me because I am also a young wolf, just like you are a werewolf from one pack, I can control you, as been a young she-wolf, I will do anything to make sure you don't cause any harm to others."

Xavier's pov I laid on my paws at the back of Alessandro's mind whimpering whilst trying to control my anger and blood lust. I'm trying very hard not to let Alessandro feel my bloodlust as it affects him in horrible ways the last time that happened we nearly became rogues if it wasn't for the council I don't know where we'd be right now. I'm an ancient warrior wolf and as such my anger and blood lust is worst than normal wolves and to top it off I have alpha blood so in short I'm a bomb waiting to go off. Mom keeps me calm she knows how to help me when I'm loosing control, right now Alessandro and I are both hanging by a thread and we need her more than ever.

If that meant laying his life down so she survived, then so be it. Hearing Lewis and Jamie run down the next flight of stairs grew an ache in his chest, that only disappeared when the first Red Dawn warrior came into view. He snarled, its sound reverberating through his body, echoing down the corridor. It rang with his fury; the fury for his fallen pack, the fury for his dead family, the fury for his wounded mate. A couple of the warriors hesitated, but more pushed ahead, their eyes locked to him, filled with a bloodlust Luna Eleanor had inspired.