Romans & histoires Millennium Wolves Sienna

Another man stood with him… Carter, one of his oldest friends and former patrol Beta from Ashenclaw. I would have walked away normally. But then I heard her name. Aluna. I froze immediately. Wilson leaned heavily against the desk, rubbing a frustrated hand over his face while Carter watched him carefully. “You need to stop thinking about her,” Carter said quietly. Wilson laughed once. A bitter sound. “You think I don’t know that?” My stomach tightened instantly. Carter frowned. “She’s married now. She’s the Queen of Wolves.” “I know what she is,” Wilson snapped. Silence followed briefly.

"Who dares suggest Sierra should terminate my bloodline?" Ronan clenched his jaw, trying to stay composed. But I saw his fists tighten and pupils narrow—he was clearly nervous. "This doesn’t concern you, Mr. Caelan. Sierra is my wife," Ronan said, his voice trembling slightly. "But the child she’s carrying isn’t," Caelan replied coldly, stepping closer. "And one thing you should remember, Ronan. Duskborne blood is not something you erase just because your ego is bruised." I stood between them, trembling. The tension was unbearable. I felt trapped between two men who both exhausted me in different ways.

A boy too young to wear the uniform he wore raised his rifle anyway. “No,” she said, and the word reached him somehow, even through shouting and wind. He lowered it, shame burning his cheeks. “Ma’am,” he breathed, because he didn’t know what to call a queen and a woman at the same time. The wolves came on. Sienna moved forward and the men moved with her because their bodies knew that forward was the only way through. She didn’t draw steel. She lifted her hand and opened her palm, the mark brightening as if greeting old company twisted and returned. The first wolf leaped and met her touch with his brow. Heat licked her hand; light ran along his skull. He dropped as if sleep had taken him mid-

Even then, he didn’t let go, fumbling so hard for the last scraps of life. And then Alaric watched in utter astonishment as Sienna leapt through the air, transforming into her beautiful grey wolf for the first time in so, so long, a howl of utter determination blasting through the tunnel.

"Aiden you ninny. You fiend. You jerk. You pushed her off a cliff at Siren's Point. What were you thinking? Oh wait, let me guess you weren't thinking because the werewolf blood got the better of you?" Brianna shakes her fingers at me with an accusation that is both admirable and terrifying. Her goth attire is different from Kayla's. Kayla is feminine where Brianna is dark.

My wolf Sienna howled when she saw the look on Olivia’s face in class. “Oooh, did you see that, Naya? This girl is feisty! I like her.” Sienna howled in my mind. Sienna doesn’t like Olivia much, and the fact that up until last April, She was training to take over the squad and pack made her blood boil.

I pause for a second before adding, "can I ask you a question?" "Sure dear. What's up?" She turns the water off and does her hands on a rag turning towards me. "You helped place the wolves from Gregory's pack right?" "Yes. Lovely bunch of people. I think most of them have come out of their shell quite nicely for it just being a few weeks." "Do you remember a girl named Sienna?" "Yes! Lovely girl. So sweet. Why do you ask?" "I just met her. She just seemed to be a bit touchy."

I answered, regretting immediately why I ever came across a werewolf like Sienna in the first place. The list grew, and grew, and grew. "A hundred million dollars," she demanded among others, her voice changing layer by layer. "That's not too much, is it?" I gave no reply, as I felt each of her words tightening around my lungs like rope. And by the time she was done, it was clear that the Alpha of Grant pack had just been a victim who stepped right into Sienna's emotional snare. Again. My wolf snarled, pacing furiously inside me, its claws dragging across the floor of my very chest. She cornered you. And you couldn't stop her.

“Can you guys smell that?” Blue’s face went white and something in my chest twisted wrong. When Sienna started piling on calling her disgusting, I should have felt satisfied. This was working because the pack was rejecting her! So why did my wolf want to rip Sienna’s throat out for that??? “I think Blue’s aroused,” I announced watching her die inside. And I kept going because I had to because if I stopped, everything would fall apart. But when she ran with her whole whole body shaking, my wolf went berserk.

I said but it doesn't feel like what I said was sincere enough. "No. When he's attracted to someone, he won't be seduced by others, not until the one he likes dies." My eyes narrowed because of what Sophie said. That took a very dark turn. "You know, wolves are an incredibly devoted species. They even said that if a Wolf met their mate, they will never find another mate. For short, it's for a lifetime." She said but I don't get what she's talking about. "What was that about?" I was quite scared as I try to comprehend what's going on inside her mind.