Wolf Mafia の小説・ストーリー

A magnificent silver wolf, its fur glistening in the morning sunlight, stood tall and proud, its presence radiating power and controlled fury. For a fleeting moment, I thought it might be Nate, a beacon of salvation in our darkest hour. But as the wolf stalked towards the approaching rogues, a strange sense of unease settled in my stomach. This wolf was larger, with a battle-scarred face and piercing blue eyes that held an unsettling familiarity. It wasn’t Mate – but who was it, and why was it helping us?

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?

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

My off-road vehicle tore across the border line, but I didn't head toward the bustling human cities. Instead, I turned the wheel toward the one place every werewolf feared to tread: Death Valley. There, I found them. A pack of Rogues, cast out and exiled by their former tribes. They were a sorry sight—missing legs, blinded eyes, dressed in rags that barely clung to their emaciated frames. Their eyes held nothing but hollow despair. In my last life, I wasted my White Wolf gifts playing the dutiful housewife, cooking soup for two ungrateful Alphas.

It takes three shots before I get to feel the pain again. “Tell me about the plan.” Sasha begins, and Mirom and Oleg explain it straightforwardly. “They’re on their way,” he says, sounding hopeful. I sigh heavily as I pour another shot. Werewolves don’t get drunk. Well, barely. I wait patiently, checking the time on my phone because Radimir knows I can bring five million dollars in a few hours. I’m glad I have everyone loyal to me with their own specific expertise. They are even able to make a good plan without involving me, but my heart still bleeds for Jasmine, who’s terrified out there, surrounded by hungry, murderous werewolves.

I swallowed, "you're my last resort coz you have information that I don't. I honestly don't know what to do. Please help clarify somethings to me." 'you have a minute before they realize you called.' "there has been Wolf attacks here.. I don't know if it's them... But I had a connection with one.. Strangely the same connection I have with a girl.. She's human... I don't know what this means. Can one person have two mates?" 'if there has been wolf attacks why are you still even there?' I swallowed, shit! I should have known he will ask this. "because they happened before I got here. So they had nothing to do with me."

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and territory.

And nothing more, and that’s not enough for me,” Yang answered sharply. - Not enough? - Baturin grinned. —Will her death be a sufficient argument? She only managed to catch a menacing roar from Ian, and the next moment the alpha of the black wolves broke the oak table with his interlocutor. — Have you and Rinat just now thought about the consequences? — A malicious grin lit up the black wolf’s face. — So, when you started injecting a three-year-old child with a vaccine that suppresses the essence of a werewolf, you didn’t think about it then? Bastards!

A strangled noise of pain and irritation left my throat as I turned my head to see the blood dripping down the wolf's face from where my nails had sliced him open. His jaw was clenched, holding me firmly in his muzzle. I snapped at him, making him jump to the side. His hold twisted, sending searing pain up my leg, but I went for him again, getting a hold of his ear and ripping. The rogue released me as he cried out in pain, and I made quick work of shaking off the other wolf and tearing this one's throat out, ending his life.