Bitten Wolves 소설 & 이야기

Fagua I stumbled backwards as the wolves closed in. His words promised to deliver exactly what he’d said. I didn't know what he'd do to me, but I didn't like the gleam in his eyes or the wolves around me. "How come you've never turned, girl? Got too much of your damn Ma in you." He sneered. "All you need is a few bites to get the change fever going. Handy it's a full moon coming up soon." I'd never been bitten by a wolf my entire life. "That won't work. If I haven't become a wolf now, I won't ever."

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

The man was steaming, his hands curled into a fist. "Make that 16." The wolves were growling so loudly that I wasn't sure if that was what he said. Two wolves came at Alastor from opposite sides. The reddish one was locked on Alastor's throat, the silver one was looking at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Alastor lunged for the red one, exposing me. I heard snapping behind me, but all I could see was the silver wolf prowling toward me. But before he could make his move, Alastor wrapped his jaws around his neck and slammed down so hard that his head disconnected from his body. Bile swirled in my stomach and I started to feel nauseated when I watched the head roll away and the body crump

As the fight got more intense, the two werewolves shifted, so that where two men were fighting before, there was a very large grey wolf, Thomas, and a slightly smaller black wolf, Jonas. The wolves circled each other, the grey one’s eyes full of wisdom, experience, and anger. In the black wolf’s eyes were a knowing look … and triumph, which was weird because it was being beaten hands down. Several bones in its body had been broken and it was favoring its right front leg, whereas the other wolf was very much unhurt. The fact that the black wolf was being beaten did not seem to faze it, though. Its eyes kept darting around, as though searching for something, so the pack members thought that it

A stabbing pain flies through my arm and head as he picks me up and I wince, but I don't say anything. A low growl behind us makes Maximilian turn abruptly, sending my head into a dizzy spin. Three wolves stand with their teeth bared, ready to pounce on us. "Can you stand?" he says in a low voice, and I nod, though I don't know if I can. But it doesn't matter. These wolves will kill us unless Maximilian is free to fight them. I don't remember ever being so scared, and this time it's not just for myself. I'm surprised that just as Tommy said, I'm worried about Maximilian's safety as well.

Because I came here? The hunters noticed that beside them some wolves had cornered them. They all held their claws near their throats. The others wolves were surrounded as well. ‘’ You called your packs,’’ growled one of the wolves. ‘’ Yes, we did,’’ replied Odin. ‘’ Take care of them will you? They are trying to target the villagers here for no reason. Tie them up and bring them to Alpha at Ravenwood. We need them to confess why they are doing this.’’

That was some DRAMA that year! It happens. Some wolves are so hormonal by the time they get out there that their wolf loses sight completely and just claims the first she-wolf he finds and then rapes her. They call it being ‘lust drunk’. Luckily, alpha’s are stronger and have more resolve than other wolves so I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about there. I just needed to pray that I didn’t pick up MY mates scent tonight. “Line up on the edge of the pavement.” Everyone lines up elbow to elbow practically to have room for everyone to make a straight single file line across the back patio of the pack house.

Growling and body slamming, there was scratching, there was biting. The scents of blood, sweat and apprehension permeated the air, swirling around them and Reyna had to press her hand on her nose stopping herself from feeling sick, the resentment and rage of two dominant wolves burning in her skin were enough to make her woozy. The silvery wolf delivered an excruciatingly painful bite to his enemy's flank. Then it barreled to the golden brown wolf's side so hard that the latter fell on its side without giving a chance to his opponent.

I don't move. "Specific spot." His hand comes up and touches his own neck, the muscle where it meets the shoulder, like he needs the map to say it. "Right there. It's called a claiming bite. It's not a mark. It's not a hickey with better PR. It binds you. Both of you." "For how long?" "Life." The refrigerator hums. Nothing else in the house moves. "There's no undoing it. No walking it back, no divorce, no oops. Wolves mate for life if they choose to. The bite is how. You do it once, and it's done."

“You can speak now.” “L-let m-me whisper it, A-Alpha.” He said with much difficulty. I gave in to his request. “Fine.” I leaned close to his face and brought my ears close to his lips. “T-the wolves that attacked are called Shadow Wolves and they are very powerful. They possess so much power that normal wolves do not have.” “Are they rogues?” I asked quietly. “No. They are…” he was about to speak but I heard the hesitation in his breathing. He seemed to become much more heightened than ever.