Roxanne Wolf Drawing 소설 & 이야기

“Come on in.” Her apartment is small but inviting. A mix of vintage furniture and modern touches gives it a unique charm, but what catches my eye immediately are the paintings and sketches on the walls. Wolves. Everywhere. Some are beautifully detailed, showing wolves in moonlit forests or running through snow, while others are more abstract, capturing the wild essence of the animals in bold, sweeping brushstrokes. “You’re into wolves?” I ask, my voice casual, but my mind races with the possibilities. Raina shrugs, kicking off her boots and tossing her jacket onto a chair. “You could say that. Always had something for them. Powerful creatures. Loyal. Strong.”

I stood in the doorway of the storage room and what I saw made me go still. Lyra sat cross-legged on the concrete floor with Jax beside her, their knees almost touching. Between them on the floor she had drawn a circle about the size of a dinner plate, in chalk or dust or something I could not identify from the doorway. She had her hands flat on her knees and her eyes half closed, and inside the circle, sitting precisely in its center, was a wolf. Small. Puppy-sized, maybe younger. White-grey and slightly transparent at the edges, like smoke that had decided to be solid. It was wagging its tail. Actually wagging it, back and forth with a puppyish enthusiasm that was entirely at odds with the

My eyes drifted to the walls. Drawings, no, portraits covered them. Red wolves in every form imaginable. Some were fierce, captured mid-snarl, teeth bared and eyes blazing with something wild and unyielding. Others were calmer, regal even, standing tall with an almost human dignity. A few were sketched in charcoal, rough but alive with motion. Others were painted in rich oils, every strand of fur detailed so carefully it almost seemed like they could step out of the canvas. There were battles depicted too. Wolves standing against shadows, against flames, against things I couldn’t quite make out but somehow understood were enemies. And in between them, quieter pieces, wolves resting beneath t

The Omega opened his large pad of paper and flipped several pages before proudly presenting his newest drawing. Luke gasped. His hands slowly reached out and took the drawing. His eyes raked over the very detailed drawing of his wolf. It looked like a professional artist had drawn it. It almost looked like a real picture. “Joey, this is, this is amazing! It's Beautiful! You're so talented,” The Omega praised the other Omega, and Joey blushed. Joey took the pad full of his drawings and carefully pulled out the drawing of Luke's wolf. His hand moved as he signed “for you” and handed it to Luke.

as much pain as I am in, there has to be a better way around it than that…. I focused on my painting in front of me, I was painting a picture of the edge of the forest with the light of the moon shining down from the dark night sky, adding a wolf laying on the grass in front of the trees, illuminated by the moon…. the wolf I found myself painting looked like Logan’s wolf, a majestic young Alpha wolf, with a deep, Dark grey coat, the light from the moon highlighting the black shadows within his thick fur, eyes of jet black….. like black jewels reflecting the moonlight….he was beautiful…. I thought …. Just like I knew he would be…..

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

Roxy sat down on the bench next to her and put a hand on her back, rubbing up and down. "I heard you're in love with David, so I think you'll understand my predicament. Knowing the moon goddess screwed up and mated you to the wrong wolf. But don't worry, I'm going to fix it for both of us." Roxy's hand went up into Clara's hair. She made a fist and jerked Clara's head back. "His mark belongs to me."

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books.

' My wolf said and imitated gagging noises. I stopped running, Eckley ran to the end of the block and turned around and sat down. I walked over to him. "So you think it's funny that Carson can't catch me?" Eckley barked and smiled. "I think it's funny that a wolf can smile." I reached out and touched his fur. He pressed his head into my hand. I rubbed him behind his ears. "I shouldn't treat you like a pet dog, but your fur is really soft."

“Why aren't you saying anything? She's enjoying it. See how her legs are trembling. My eyes travelled down to her shapely long legs. They would look so good, wrapped around our waist. “Stop,” Roxanne said, her voice an unsteady whisper. My eyes met hers, watching her expression. For a split second I thought she had hacked into my mind and listened to me and my wolf. “Stop what?” I asked. She'd look good underneath us but really perfect atop. I took in ragged breaths while Roxanne watched me with big and innocent eyes. Those eyes that I wanted to gaze into after I sink my canines into her spot and mark her.