Women Who Run With Wolves の小説・ストーリー

“I have proof, too. A legend, that states that a vampire and a wolf will join forces to take down a greater evil.” “But we’ve always known that wolves are to be feared,” Aradia said, with the tone of one explaining something to a young child.” They are savage beasts of the night, unable to control their rage and prone to callous displays of violence.” Suddenly, she gasped, one neatly manicured hand flying up to her mouth. “Perhaps they are behind the recent attacks.”

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.

"I can't lose this path." With a surge of urgency, Camilla broke into a run, her heart pounding in her chest and its rhythm accelerating as adrenaline coursed through her veins. Her eyes began to shift, the golden hue of her wolf form emerging as she honed in on the elusive trail. Step by step, her speed increased, driven by a primal instinct to survive. A sudden scream tore from her throat as she fully embraced her transformation, her body contorting into the powerful form of a wolf.

Balance. Then Veyra did something unexpected. She ran. No warning. No cue. Just a blur of copper and silver and motion so fluid it made the world feel slow by comparison. She didn’t run from him. She ran past him. And didn’t look back. Kaereth hesitated. Half a second. Then chased. It wasn’t a hunt. It wasn’t dominance play. It was something older. The wolves ran to burn what the humans could not speak. Through brush and stone, along narrow ridgelines, over a fallen log that Veyra cleared effortlessly with a whisper of mist behind her.

I passed buildings burned to the ground, dead bodies, or dying wolves lying everywhere. I swallowed hard and kept running until I saw it: two large wolves lurched at a woman with a pup in her hands. “No!” I screamed, storming toward them. I lunged in front of the woman, shielding her, but the wolves' claws pierced through me as if I were nothing more than a mist. “What the…” My words died as I saw the wolves leap through me, ripping the woman's throat. The other wolf grabbed the infant—

That gets us most of the way there, but as the women have warned us, all semblance of a road tapers off long before we reach the village, and we have to abandon the car and trudge into the forest. We arrange our backpacks with clothes in a way that our wolves can easily carry them then shift, flying through the forest as quickly as we can. My paws barely touch the forest floor, I’m running so fast. I don’t have any proof, but something in my soul tells me I’m close to her.

If I couldn't even talk back to this crazy female, I would want to throw myself off the nearest mountain ledge. Ledges... I wonder where Rowan is running right now? Now, she was a female wolf worth worrying about. At least her scent didn't smell like trickery and rot. She wasn't trying to lock me in a cage. She was running so hard to stay free that she climbed across stone wolf fangs with her bare claws. Did she train with the wild mountain packs? Or was she just a crazy silver wolf with nine lives?

Since my patrols told me that it’s a she-wolf riding on a male wolf, I can already guess that she’s weak. Miles, Reese, and Jake let me know they were on their way. Any time you have a hunting party after a she-wolf, there’s the risk of a battle. ‘Southwestern side of my pack,’ I say in the Alpha link, letting the others know where to meet me. As we get closer to the borders, I can hear the hunting party bearing down on the woman, even after she’s passed our borders, they don’t stop. I feel Ranael tense as we see the woman. She looks terrified.

She really wanted to come but I told her to stay home to rest up for the fight. The wolves that have stayed behind are all warriors. It is time to amp up security and training. I walk towards the training field and see about one hundred fifty wolves. “Thank you for all being here. We will be under attack in a few days. I have brought some witches here for you to practice against.” I say waving my hand over to Stella’s family. “Okay let us get started. Everyone line up!” I yell. Spell’s start flying and wolves start shifting. This is very hard, but necessary. By the end of the day the wolves and the witches are battered and bruised but alive. I look around and I am really proud of my men.

Greg questions, “ These wolves do not dwell in one location for a long time, I have had and lost leads on them, They act like a pack and are loyal to one person who is their superior. However, the vital information my men managed to get is that they are led by a female who is from the Waterfall pack.” I furrowed my brow in utter perplexity at his statements, A woman? From Waterfall? I turned to my Beta, and he had the same confused look on his face.