Novel & Cerita Women Who Run With The Wolves Audiobook

If only I could communicate with Asana, I would have been able to shift into my wolf form. But as I drew closer, their eyes gleamed with malice, and I realized the truth—these were not the friendly creatures I had once known and ruled. Run. With a surge of fear coursing through my veins, I turned on my heels and sprinted away, the pounding of her feet drowned out by the deafening roar of her heartbeat. Each step was a battle against the darkness that threatened to consume her, a frantic race for survival in a world gone mad. Behind me, the howls of the wolves echoed through the forest, their bloodthirsty cries driving me forward with renewed determination. With every ounce of strength that r

The Run begins. Wolves stream into the forest, their howls raising gooseflesh along my arms. I'm left standing by the fire with the elders and guards, the bond stretching thin as they disappear into the trees. Their joy floods through me—wind in fur, earth under paws, the pure animal thrill of the chase. It's intoxicating. Alien. "Strange, isn't it?" The voice rasps like dry leaves. An ancient woman—Elara, the pack's seer—settles beside me on the log. Her milky eyes reflect the firelight unnervingly.

Another whistle signaled the start, and the female wolves raced into the woods. I concentrated on my breathing and left the rest to Linda, my wolf. The woods passed by as over 90 female wolves joined the race. Through the pack's mental link, Linda could hear them, but she focused on our race and avoided collisions. My main goal was to reach the finish line.

The spirit of her wolf would guide her, lending its instincts and resilience to aid her on her journey towards freedom. With newfound strength coursing through her veins, Claire's wolf took charge, asserting dominance over her surroundings. It emanated an aura of strength and authority that made others instinctively recoil, a force that demanded respect. No longer a mere pawn in the rogues' game, Claire stood tall, the spirit of her wolf by her side, an embodiment of her resilience.

She whined in a way that suggested she knew I’d been punished and hated herself for being powerless to help. “Don’t think like that, Beki.” I wrapped an arm around her back. Healer Iaso got us all to form two lines, with the women at one side of the room and their wolves at the other. I stood on the far end with Beki waiting opposite. Larissa, the brown-haired one, was at my side, with a Mexican wolf next to mine whose coat reminded me of an Alsatian. They were evenly matched in terms of beauty, as were the other wolves. Marianna’s was sleek and black with startling amber eyes. The redhead’s was a red wolf that looked more like a fox.

"Yes. My words exactly. Come on, let's sit down again so I can drink some wine. I think this book is doing strange things to my mind." She sipped the wine as she found her place on the page she'd been reading. "Hmmm. This is interesting." She squirmed in her seat. "This says when wolves mate they use their tongues very cleverly." The thought of a long wet tongue licking her between her thighs, stroking her labia and twisting the tip around her clit sent streaks of heat racing through her and her blood pumping in her veins. Good lord! What was the matter with her? She closed her eyes for just a moment, to clear her head.........

I growl at the man Dimitri still holds. The man smiles, blood pooling from his mouth. "Our Alpha." He laughs. A female can't be an alpha. No one would follow her. Except she's got her fighters going again. Everyone moves as the man laughs. Their fighters shift, attacking my fighters again. Why would these men follow a she wolf? I don't wait around for answers. Instead, I follow my men chasing the she wolf.

A howl with a purpose. A quarter of the warriors followed and shifted, the sound of bones breaking and skin tearing serving as the music as the sun started to set. The battle willl stretch ‘til night. In place of the men were wolves, all mighty and ferocious. Fierce slit eyes, a magnificent mane of fur, and razor sharp nails digging the soil. The wolves sat and it was the others’ cue to climb onto them. Atleast four men could ride one wolf. Another howl came from Flavian, and altogether, the wolves huffed and took a leap. In the blink of an eye, all that was left of them were dust from the utter speed.

Her entire focus was on Melissa, her body coiled with tension, ready to strike. A hushed gasp rippled through the room as April’s wolf moved forward, each step slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. There was a silent grace to her movements, a quiet yet overwhelming power that made even the air feel heavy. Melissa, who had been so bold a moment ago, hesitated, her confidence faltering as she instinctively took a step back. But April’s wolf didn’t stop. Instead, her growl deepened, a sound so unnatural it sent a shiver down my spine. I had never seen a female wolf like this. So fierce, so untouchable, as if the human part of her had completely faded away.

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