Abigail Wolf の小説・ストーリー

"Hello, Alpha Nichols. Just one moment. I will take this in the privacy of my office." Nyla's scent permeated the air like rotten food, and my lip curled into disgust. "Alpha Jones, please don't," I growled, not bothering to look at her as I found the one wolf who had the answers I was looking for. "It would be better if you stay to bear witness. I will be ending this now."

I watched in the mirror as the door swung aside and true to my expectation, it was her. "What took you so long" her voice was stiff. She leaned closer to me and looked at me from hair to toe, disapprovingly. 'You should go see some of the guests while they arrive" She was like that a year or two ago when my wolf refused to show up. It was the first time in my life that I'd felt so embarrassed. My wolf showed up later, but there was no need for it by then. Any wonder then for this behaviour now that I couldn't find my mate? Another trouble was slowly brewing.

My eyes were fixated on the witch at the top of the stairs thinking of all the ways I could kill her. 'Her blood will taste amazing,' Cinnabar was huffing and pacing in my mind. He was the only reason I'd made small progress of moving my arms. We could feel through the connection that Eloise was in pain. She was distressed. 'The pups,' my wolf growled out. A snarl ripped through my lips sounding muffled but loud enough to make the witch turn to us once again. She rolled her orange eyes at me stepping down the stairs with her arms crossed.

she murmured. "Oh, don't be silly, Saffy. Sorry, Arlan, it's her first time being in the company of a Vampire." She smiled at Saffy, "Now let's get on with it, shall we? I promised a dozen scones to Sophia, who runs the newsagents for her Alzheimers coffee morning."Arlan pulled a chair out for her, and Saffy sat in front of the screens. "We only have one cell in use tonight," Arlan said as he turned the lights down even more and lit up a screen on the wall.

"How outrageous! They robbed money shamelessly! The appearance of this Wolf Gang is really ugly." Abigail sat on the sofa with her legs crossed, casually holding her phone in one hand and taking a sip of the lemon water on the table with the other. "Boss, aren't you afraid of being poisoned?" Reuben widened his eyes, as if admiring the boss's courage. Abigail, on the other hand, did not agree, "What poison in this world could I not cure?" "Makes sense..." Reuben said, picking up a glass of lemonade and tilting his head back to finish it in one gulp!

KAEL. It's only been six days since I rejected and banished my mate. And in those six days, I had not been myself. My wolf Echo had been giving me the silent treatment ever since. He was mad at me for rejecting our mate and banishing her from the pack without giving her the chance to defend herself. But I knew he was wrong. Ruby had killed my father, and I couldn't have had it any other way. My name is Kael Leonard, the only child of the late Alpha Frederick Leonard, except you'd count Ruby, his adopted daughter, as his child.

Abigail Rossie is a 50-year-old woman with a captivating appearance, though full of deception. Her long brunette hair cascades stiffly down to her shoulders, resembling an unseen brown crown. Her eyes, similar in color, sparkle dangerously, instilling fear in her enemies. Not just for her looks, but for the cunning of her mind. Behind the apparent luxury and grace, Abigail is a master of intrigue and real tactics. Her somewhat serene face, adorned with hidden wrinkles, reveals signs of age and experience.

“I hate to cut this reunion of ours so short, but I need to get to my meeting with the Beta.” Abigail nodded and gestured for me to sign in before I made my way to the Beta’s office. Alpha Lucas had instructed him to look into the refugee files in order to help uncover the identity of King Jonas’s spy. He had started the process alone and reached a point that my input was necessary. There were five files spread out on his desk, all of them elderly she-wolves that had joined the pack during either the previous Alpha’s tenure or Lucas’s. “You can take this one off the list.” I smiled at him as I pointed to the file of a blond woman. “I killed her husband. She has every reason to want the king

Abigail's p. O. V; I'm Abigail Hopper, and I don't have a mother, raised by my father. I have an aunt and a cousin named Cleo. Got bullied in middle school for bad mouthing against werewolves. New transfer student to Westchester high. This is what everyone knows about me so far. but there's another identity for me which no one knows except me.