Wolf Instinct の小説・ストーリー

His golden eyes, now reflecting the wisdom of an alpha wolf, looked at his pack mate with a grateful gaze before launching into a fast and powerful run. Owen's speed and agility as a wolf were impressive. He moved through the forest with a grace that only alpha wolves possessed. Each step was full of confidence and determination, as if he were claiming every inch of that territory as his own. With each beat of his heart, he felt the connection with Aragon grow stronger, and the feeling of freedom was intoxicating.

She could see the seriousness and desperation in Lexus' face. “Why are those Alphas looking for that golden she-wolf?” she asked, so curious now. “Because there is this myth; that the Golden Wolves are the strongest wolves in the entire realm as they have the strongest mental powers. They could move things through their minds.” Lexus replied. Daffodil suddenly laughed. “But I don’t have any mental powers Lexus. I may be wise and intelligent when it comes to business but I cannot move things merely by using my mind.” “Because you were not trained to do it yet Daffodil.” Lexus looked at her, wanting to let her understand the whole situation.

Silas’s P.O.V The other wolf’s form was an impressive sight to behold. I could already tell it was a female from the way it carried itself. Her sleek fur was black as coal, glistening in the moonlight, and her eyes were piercing amber, like two burning suns. Her build was muscular and powerful, showing the strength of a natural-born Alpha, but I could tell she was not as strong as me. As she moved, her limbs flowed with grace and fluidity, each step precise and calculated. Her howls were deep and commanding, sending shivers down the spine of anyone who heard them. In short, her wolf form exuded a dangerous yet alluring aura that demanded respect and fear.

Day turned to night and on a whim, I enrolled myself through an online program. I sat back and stared at the screen. “I did it!” It had been so long since I had done anything for myself that I could hardly believe it. With the excitement and a constant itching of my skin, I knew I wasn’t going to sleep anytime soon. Wolfes are largely nocturnal with more cat-like instincts despite being part of the canine family. My wolf was mostly laid back, requiring little attention, but I knew the signs and symptoms when she wanted to be free, and I knew the repercussions of trying to hold back the transition.

My wolf hummed beneath my skin, ready to strike, to defend, to claim, to survive. Nut and Hong flanked us, moving as one, wolves humming, coiling, brushing, marking each other fully. Their actions were subtle, intimate, dangerous, and beautiful. They were asserting dominance, tethering energy, sharing essence in preparation, ensuring that every thread of power was linked, every bond secured. I leaned fully into William, heat coiling, essence humming, tethering, marking, claiming. The white wolf’s power pulsed beneath my skin, instinctively aware of Zane’s presence, reacting, preparing, warning.

I stood in the center, chest heaving, sweat dripping down my temples, muscles trembling, yet alive with exhilaration. The wolves observed me, their eyes calculating, measuring, and acknowledging. Recognition, subtle but unmistakable, passed between them. I had survived the first test. The amber-eyed wolf approached, his expression unreadable. “Your instincts are sharp, and your reflexes are impressive. But instinct alone does not make a wolf. Strength, control, and understanding are what define you. You must learn to wield the power within without letting it dominate you.” I nodded, feeling the weight of his words settle deep into my bones. “I understand,” I said. “I will learn.”

This is mainly done during the Moon Festival, when packs all over the world meet for the Moon Annual Ball. Rogue wolves are wolves that have given up their humanity. They decide to live more like beasts than humans, meaning they have no sense of right or wrong. These kinds of wolves are usually killed on the spot by packs. They cause nothing but chaos and mayhem. They are recognized by a rotting smell that clings to them.

When they weren't breaking any rules by being on no man's land, they were also extremely hostile. I had tried countless times to just speak to them, to get answers. It wasn't normal for so many rogues to be in one area, and their numbers were growing by the day. Rogues usually had a wild and territorial side that didn't like other wolves, even other rogues near them. Once a wolf went fully rogue, whether by choice or from banishment, its animal would start to take over. Even if they chose to live among humans in unclaimed territory, the lack of a pack would weaken them until either their wolf died or their wolf overpowered their human counterpart.

Feral wolves who attack without a reason or prior warning. I turned towards the forest,my eyes searching for Alexander. As I ran towards the fray,a chilling realization stopped me cold. The howls weren't random. They were organized. When I reached the border,a wolf caught my attention,his fur was as dark as night,and eyes as crimson as blood. A voice echoed in my mind,deep and unfamiliar. “Finally. It's time Lea,you can't run anymore.”

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!