Wood Alpha の小説・ストーリー

She continued on about facts and such while others ogled over them. "To finish off our tour, I give you, the wolves. Now what we have here are gray wolves. We actually have a pack here in our zoo. We have six females, three pups, and our Alpha. Now our Alpha name is Alastor. Which in Ancient Greek means "tormentor." We named him this because he doesn't like anyone. No one can get near him, feed him, or be in the habitat with him awake. He is put under tranquilizer. Does anyone know what that is?" She asked the group of kids in the front. Eliza and I looked down over the wall separating us from the wild wolves. Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups.

It honestly felt weird, bearing the Beta title while my dad bore the Gamma title. It was quite unheard of in the history of the Moonstone pack. A luna being involved actively in murder was not something that any pack member expected to witness in our pack, not in our lifetime anyway. The Luna's reason or reasons for killing the Beta was yet to be disclosed to the public, probably only the high families knew; even Darrell didn't know. His father always kept him in the dark about a lot of things, and this was one of them. I have always thought that was a risky way to bring up one's child, considering he would be taking over as Alpha in a few years from now.

I muttered, pulling off my helmet. The door opened before I knocked. Corvin stood there barefoot, gray hair tied back, leather vest hanging open over skin inked with symbols I didn’t recognize and didn’t like. His eyes—sharp, bright, too knowing—flicked over me. “Took you long enough, Alpha,” he said. “Moon’s been screaming for days.” I scowled. “You could’ve sent a memo.” He snorted and stepped aside. “Come in before the forest decides you’re rude.”

The potion Amalie gave him helped a bit, but he's healing very slowly. Vera either gave Amalie a weak potion, or the silver is destroying Easton on a cellular level. “Do you know what I am?” I ask quietly. “Of course I do. You are the Alpha of Breaking-” “No. I mean, do you know what kind of wolf I am?” “I’ve heard tales. You’re a white wolf. Very rare.” I shake my head. “I’m not even that. There are no record of wolves like me. I’m impervious to silver and wolf poisons. I’m the strongest Alpha in existence. I’ve yet to meet one that can kill me.”

It is not only me that would hold this discovery, Harry to has to know- maybe as my husband or something "As I was saying, there are wolves who are so rare- the rarest of the rare. Wolves who are immune to silver because it flows through their veins. Have you wondered why Alora is not as sick as you? Even though she was also exposed to a large amount of silver like you? You have not wondered why an omega would be more immune to silver than am alpha?" "After that, you never let me see her… I never knew she was not affected…" Harry rasp tiredly in response. "Shut up and let me talk!" I growl angrily at him for stopping my very dramatic moment. "Have you heard of wolves whose blood can heal any

“We must hurry. The Alpha will not like latecomers.” "Hurry!" Her two younger brothers jumped and walked in excitement. When they arrived at the plaza, a great bonfire was lit. It was fed with logs of birch, eucalyptus and pine and it smelled great.White Wolf had managed to squeeze in and be in the front. The Alpha was already in the middle, about to make his traditional speech. When all of a sudden, the bonfire was lit even brighter. Its fire changed it hue, from a reddish orange, it became bluish green and it was moving.

Roman cussed but still tried to come to terms with the plan “It worked didn’t it? Not in the way I planned but nobody got hurt so it’s a win win” Lucas got up from the couch and headed to the mini bar for another drink “Sorry if I’m not catching up” Harley chuckled confusedly “but what is wolfs bane” “It’s like plant, also known as aconite and it’s pretty dangerous to werewolves. It can weaken or shut down the whole system once it gets to the heart.” Lucas explained while pouring himself another glass of bourbon

Dimitri cleared his throat sharply. “Seer.” He urged her to speak. “The woman you seek to make Luna is… rare,” She inclined her head slightly, then turned her attention fully to us again. “Camille Whitebrock is no ordinary wolf.” I felt my spine straighten. “No ordinary wolf how?” I asked. “She is an Original Alpha.” Arlo frowned. “That’s not a thing.” He looked at me. “Is it?” He suddenly sounded very unsure, but I was more focused on the looks from our fathers. Cassius stiffened. Dimitri’s brows drew together.

The moonlight has texture. I walk to the water's edge, slow, getting the feel of a body that actually fits me, and I look down. The wolf in the reflection is huge. Silver-white, broad across the shoulders, with grey eyes that glow faintly the way torchlight glows, not supernatural, just lit from somewhere internal. An Alpha wolf. The size of one, the posture of one, the presence of one. I have never once in my life looked like that.

Back then, we had agreed that if we were meeting the next night, we would place an acorn in the tree hollow. "It's you!" I grasped Waylon's hand excitedly. "You… You're the boy with the wooden mask!" My voice was barely audible as I spoke. "But why… Why did you never say anything?" "Because I was a coward back then," Waylon replied. His voice was low, as if the weight of a long-buried secret had finally come crashing down. Waylon was the Alpha's heir to the Nocterra pack. He had been strictly trained since childhood, and even sneaking out to see me was a huge risk.