Wheatley X Chell 소설 & 이야기

But to my surprise he almost laughs at my question as he simply answers, "She is a werewolf, my mate, my wife, a goddess and my future Luna." Elias smiles proudly as Chilli's wolf walks back towards him and hits him with her tail, "What?" He chuckles, looking down at her as he holds up his hands in defence, "you are," but his joyful expression subsides as Chilli shoots him a deadly look. "Okay, okay!' He gives into her before looking back to me and with a sigh, says, "Chilli is a red wolf."

From afar, Ulrik and Velda stood atop the battlements, surrounded by wolf warriors. Velda gazed at the training ground, her mint pheromones laced with sulfur. "Look, someone's challenging Adelaide," she remarked, her slit pupils narrowing with excitement. Despite the distance, Ulrik recognized the challenger—Ellen, the Ironthorn Army's formidable "Frostwolf's Claw." His cedar pheromones suddenly roiled, and a low growl escaped him, "Ellen." Velda said with interest, "Ellen's one of the stronger warriors in the Ironthorn Army. Wonder how long Adelaide can last under him."

The Southern Alliance had arrived. Through the dense mist, the frontline of the rebel army emerged. Nearly two thousand wolves, their fur matted with sweat and dirt, packed the narrow canyon floor. At the vanguard walked two giant wolves. One was an massive, ash-furred beast with bloodshot amber eyes—Alpha Colton. Beside him was a dark, scarred wolf with ragged ears—Alpha Jaxon. Behind them, wrapped in protective silver-plated armor, rode a carriage carrying Cheryl, her face twisted in a mask of anxious ambition.