Tequila Wolf の小説・ストーリー

His skin was almost as pale as mine, and it looked as smooth as silk. Then a moonbeam touched the trees and the top of the cliff. And my dirty blood allowed my eyes to see clearer, not only around me, but as far as the man in front of me, a hundred feet away. And my heart skipped a beat when I saw the subtle tattoo covering his back, light lines like drawn with silver ink: a cross and a crescent moon. I muffled a cry, because Teah had told me about that tattoo. That was no ordinary wolf: he was the Alpha.

But then, out of the corner of his eye, Shadow saw something that filled him with hope. Tela was leading the charge, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination. She leapt at the Dark Wolf, and her claws connected with its face. The Dark Wolf roared in pain, and it staggered back. For a moment, it was dazed, and Shadow seized his chance. He leapt forward, and his teeth sank deep into the Dark Wolf's throat. The Dark Wolf let out a gurgling cry, and it fell to the ground, its body still. The pack let out a howl of triumph, and Shadow stood tall, his chest heaving.

River answers didn't happen to me, I just remember the pain and then blacking out. "I never felt as free as I did when I went wolf, I don't remember what my colour was, I should have looked at my paws," Kyler whines, they went wolf and were conscious are they lying? "Yeah me neither, I didn't think of it," River answers him with a shrug before turning to me. "Who got your wolf to come out?" River asks me. "Uhh...alpha Rowan I think," I answer him, he sweet-talked my wolf, and things went dark before I went wolf, I can't remember shit.

“I know. Your soul is bound to a divine being.” My breath caught. “That’s right,” I said, exchanging a glance with Zevarion. “I cannot remove the wolf within you,” she continued, her voice a gentle breeze, “but I can perform a ritual that will still its fury, halt its shifting, so it can no longer hurt others.” I looked to Zevarion. He gave a slow, approving nod. “Please... I’d like that,” I said. “Good,” she replied, rising to her feet. She crossed to her shelf, an elegant rainbow of tiny potion bottles, feathers, glowing crystals, and flower-pressed scrolls, and selected a small vial. It was filled with sparkling pink dust that shimmered like powdered stars.

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

The worst part was in the middle of the room, huddled together are the ranked pups, and the wolf who is hoovering over them is none other than Tate Cozad. The ranked females fan out behind me. We are it for a fighting force. Tate has six wolves with him, but they don't look like warriors, but they have silver weapons and hostages. I start to circle the center of the room around Tate. He hasn't said a word, just watching me with his disgusting face twisted in a crazed grin. "What do you want?" "Still can't say my name. That hurts so much since our love is so deep." He licks his lips, and my gage reflex kicks in.

Mason poured Leon a glass of whiskey. Leon did not say a second word as he finished the whiskey in one gulp. "Mister Wolf, w-what happened to you?"

Then he shook his head, pointing to his hand. “Yes, yes, it’s up to your paws,” I blurted out. The wolf shook again and sniffed at her. What does it mean? Ready to share your high quality snobby spit? I looked at him unsurely. Okay, I don't have a choice, I need my arm active and on my shoulder. I carefully began to unbind my hand, and the wolf began to step on its paws from impatience. Seeing the wound, he whimpered plaintively, sniffed carefully and licked carefully. I twitched at the unaccustomed touch, but the wolf looked at me so imploringly that I returned my hand. Yes, he did not spare saliva! I hope I did not in vain stifle my disgust for a beaten minute, and the wound will begin to

A bug, he realized. “Wine,” Talen said as he straightened. “There is no wine here.” “Sure, red or white?” The werewolf alpha asked automatically and then flushed. “Red, I’m guessing.” Talen smiled, revealing his longer canine and premolars. “That is so.”