Wren & Wolf 소설 & 이야기

Wren whispered under his breath, but every one of us could hear it. "Fuck what, Wren? Is that good or bad?" Cory moved closer to where we were all standing, watching a pissed Alpha wolf. Ryker growled again, ragingly; his eyes kept twitching between a blinding golden, murderous red, and a terrifying black. "Really bad," Wren said, running his finger through his thick bush of hair. "His demon is fighting for control." "What?"

He was more than a werewolf his eyes were blazing like fire, the little girl now a dragon, had wing, she must have been a dragon before, and many that went toward the exit were burnt by the fire, the warriors tried all they could, but their strength was not enough, and just one breath, and fire came out of her mouth, and all the perimeter where the soldiers were, was covered in such a great fire that made it impossible for any one to escape, and in a short time, they all died and there was not even a single one that escape to tell the story of what they had seen, to any one, when they all had died, the tree of them were still beasts and they headed towards the settlement, and it was a few st

“Actually, you left us all for five whole years. – mumbled Fox, offendedly folding his arms over his chest. - But very effectively returned! I laughed, remembering my return to the outside world five years ago. I have already said that I was rehabilitated and trained by dryads in the forest. So, I did not even notice how these five years flew by in their little evergreen world. Until one fine morning Alena came to us for a flower for a wedding wreath. Then a friend told me about the past tense, surprising me by naming the newlyweds. White Enchantress Chris and my brother Max decided to get married. More precisely, Max had been trying to get a girlfriend for five years, and she finally gave u

"What happened is that you are going to need a new head warrior!" Hudson moved to my side as I scooped a cup of pancake powder into the mixing bowl. My eyes were locked on Aspen facing off with the Alpha like it was a reality television show. "Watch your tone, Aspen," Parker growled, his body moving to stand between the angry she-wolf and his very pregnant mate. "Use your words, love." Hudson offered, laughing when Aspen lunged at him from the other side of the kitchen island only to be stopped by Parker's giant arm around her waist.

We hurried out and went to join Karen's group. We got to the venue, and Karen jumped on me and kissed me fiercely. She was so excited, and I wondered where the excitement was coming from. "You should have seen you girl, men, she took out six wolves. The crazy part was when she killed four that were hiding with her eyes closed. Men this girl reminds me of the legends about the Hunters." Danjuma said with so much admiration for Karen, and I realised that there was no hex. "Where is he?" I heard Gavin say, sounding a bit uncomfortable, and I decided I would ask him why soon.

She looked at him across the fire. "It is different from Ashfen," he said. "Different from the eastern territory." He paused, which was also unusual for Kade, who generally spoke with the economy of someone who had already edited everything unnecessary before opening his mouth. "The pack there is called Wrenholm. Forty wolves. Smaller. The shadow formation is recent. Eight months." "Then it should be easier than Ashfen," Drax said. "The formation should be," Kade said. "The pack is a different matter."

Maybe less. "Wren." Sera kept her voice even. "Why are you still inside?" A long pause. "Because I needed to make sure you got out first," she said simply. "And then I needed to know where you landed so I could—" she stopped again. "So you could what?" "So I could bring you something." Maren's eyes moved to Sera's. The same thought arriving simultaneously. "What do you have?" Sera asked. "Three years of healer's records," Wren said. "Every wolf who came through the medical ward with injuries that weren't logged accurately. Every incident that was recorded as training accidents." A pause that carried considerable weight. "They weren't all training accidents."

It is listening. Behind us, branches snap. One of the werewolves, Dax, and the female mercenary, Liora, are arguing about direction. Therin’s voice joins in, smooth and mocking. Elyra glides ahead, muttering something that might be a spell. The she-wolf, Renna, keeps close to the witch’s shadow, and the older wolf, Corran, trails her protectively. The rest scatter into fog. “Just a tip,” the Herald’s voice booms from nowhere. “The forest feeds on loneliness!”

My wolf is alert and just beneath the surface. The meeting point was an abandoned gas station outside the city. Perfect for an ambush, terrible for peace talks. But I knew the man who stood waiting. Tall. Scar over his brow. Yellow eyes that hadn’t dulled with time. “Grim,” I muttered. He smiled. “Kelvin. Still alive.” “Barely. What are you doing here?” “We come in peace.” “Who’s ‘we’?” Grim stepped aside. Four wolves stood behind him. None shifted. None growled.