Wool Hugh Howey Audiobook Romane & Geschichten

All of it. I pressed my hand against the cabin door. The wood was rough, familiar. Inside, I kept supplies. Medicine. Food. Books my father would burn if he found them. This was my secret. My rebellion. The only thing in my life that was mine. The wind shifted. Blood. Fresh blood. Close. My wolf surged forward, alert. Someone was hurt. Someone was on our land. I should run back. Alert the patrol. But something pulled me forward. Something that made my heart race and my wolf pace anxiously inside my chest.

I glanced at the sky above me. The combination of white and blue clouds was now matched with yellow to red hues, the sun falling down the east where green, high mountains are peacefully resting. The incoherent wheezing of birds on the branches of the trees didn't make my ears hurt but rather hear a lullaby. Dried, fallen leaves from the trees sounded as it crashes against my shoes, making me dart my eyes at the road. "Mommy! Daddy! Look at what I found!" A small, happy voice from a cute little boy not far from me is waving his hands. He was holding a watch, smiling from ear-to-ear, and running towards a chubby man with a round stomach.

He sounds defeated. I hurry behind him as he leads me outside and to the Pack Gates. As we reached the Gates, I heard that sound that broke my heart in half. “A baby?’ I asked him with my eyes wide. “Is it a family that is in need of shelter?” I asked him, not knowing I was far from right. “No Alpha.” He seemed so secretive. The crying continued but it wasn’t a normal baby cry. It was a saddened cry. A loud, prolonged, mournful cry. One to make any mother's heart shatter.

Willow loved it because it was a small table and chairs tucked into its own corner, surrounded by high backed walls on both sides. She had felt bad for lying to her grandmother earlier. She wasn't here to get a new book but rather read the one Loriann had given her. The leather diary had been burning a hole in her bag for days now. Gently, she placed the book on the table in front of her and stared at it, as if it would burst into flames at the first touch. Opening the cover, she began to read, devouring the history of the Red Hoods and one Weyland Brochade in particular.

He continued toward the bus, climbing the stairs, leaving Ellie to stare after him in surprise. Ellie climbed back on the bus, avoiding Jake's gaze and finding her seat in the last row. She pulled out her chips, opened the bag, and put her headphones back in. Her mood hadn't improved much so she found a new classic audiobook. Ah, yes, there it was, Dickens always had a dreary narrative to fit her mood, a perfect fit following her upsetting realization that she would quite literally never escape the world of wolves. She turned the book on and stared out the window:

The dawn broke cold and sharp, with a frost that glittered on the edges of pine needles like tiny diamonds. I stood on the ridge overlooking Ashfang’s camp, the air still and heavy as if the forest itself was holding its breath. Below, the pack stirred slowly—wolves stretching, noses twitching, voices muted by the weight of what had come before.

But why am I reacting in this manner right now? "H-Help me..." I could read her mouth saying this even without sound. Something is building up inside of me. My entire body was warm. My body was responding to her request. My veins were filled with blood. As my body developed, I let go of my sword. My senses grew intense and shaky. And then I heard my growl resonate throughout the entire place. I... awaken my wolf!

Hale was flung backward with a tortured scream, his body slamming into the ground hard enough to crack stone. I staggered, my eyes bulging out of their sockets as the blinding light twisted and shaped itself, rising higher, brighter, until the massive face of a giant white wolf emerged from the glow. Its fur shimmered like moonlight on snow, its lilac eyes burning with power older than kingdoms. That ethereal wolf opened its jaws and roared, shaking the ground beneath my feet. I stood there frozen like everyone else, witnessing nature's miracle as that wolf growled once more, the sound low, possessive, and protective.