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Call of the White wolf forty two
The immediate feeling of satisfaction was unexplainable. Both Logan and Aella felt like that one kiss was what they had been waiting for all their lives. Aella closed her eyes and leaned in closer, letting Logan further capture her own mouth in his.Logan backed her up until her back touched the wall. He kept kissing her, crushing her lips with his, plundering every corner of her mouth with his tongue. He needed her so much that the desire clouded his sense of judgement.He needed her so much.His hands slipped from her face and skimmed her body. She was so little, yet so full. Wide, full hips jutted out from a slim waist, Small, pert breasts that were barely covered by the sheer blue gown that she wore."You're so beautiful, baby." He whispered, his voice already husky with desire. He skimmed her body with his bare hands touching her clothed body. His hands went to her boobs and cupped them. She wasn't putting a bra on but her boobs fitted into his palms perfectly.He began to knead
Call of the White wolf forty three
Aella awoke to the sound of birds chirruping happily. She stretched lazily and opened her eyes, peering at her surroundings like a newly born baby. The morning felt and looked so alive and young. The light that filtered from the window was golden and felt surreal, and a tree close to the window cast soft shadows inside the room.She felt unusually happy; her heart felt like it was floating in the air or she was bouncing around on balloons. She realised that she hadn't felt this kind of happiness and satisfaction since she joined the pack. In fact, since she became a wild wolf. It felt as though she had finally found her purpose after several years of aimless searching.She sat up and looked around properly, realising that she had woken up in Logan's room and not hers. Soon all the memories from last night began rushing back and she smiled sheepishly. She hugged her knees to her naked chest as the thoughts of what had ensued the previous night came back to her. The way the night had en
Call of the White wolf forty four
Logan and Casper his beta were on the training ground with about a dozen teenage werewolves. He looked at each of their innocent, eager faces. They were all so young; they reminded him of an earlier version of himself.He hated sending them out to the battlefield so young but he had literally no other choice. His men were so depleted that he was very sure that they could not stand against any form of opposition. He sighed and closed his eyes, feeling the hot morning sun beat his face.Sometimes Logan felt the ominous sense of danger hanging around the pack's surroundings. His spirit was not at peace: he kept feeling like something would happen soon but he could not say in particular what would. All he could do is prepare his people and wait.When he opened his eyes again, he saw that Louve and Aella had entered the training field and were watching them from a distance. The two most important women in his life, he thought. They were so alike, yet so different.Louve, in her very enthus
Call of the White wolf forty five
The two men apparently seemed to not be on their way to a definite direction. Walking down north and south again, before stopping at the centre of the border. In suspicion of what the two men were doing hovering around the border, Logan ordered his men to go invite the men to him so they could discuss.Looking sideways at Casper, he was thankful the topic had been submerged in the worry of the two men.Casper's thoughts drifted to what had happened earlier, seeing a display of vulnerability on his alpha's face was quite wholesome in regards to his usual temperament. "The power of love, I guess" Casper thought silently as he smiled to himself.Logan saw this brief movement, but decided to avoid questioning him on it so as not to get engaged in an awkward conversation. He looked from afar and saw his men engaged with the two men in a conversation. They seemed to be arguing about something."What do you think is going on up there?" Logan asked his beta, who shook his head."I don't know
Call of the White wolf forty six
Logan ensured that the captured man was taken to the cages meant for dogs and locked up in there. That was where very hardened wolves were kept. Logan knew that the wolf would begin to spill his darkest inner secrets within a few hours of being in those cages. After ensuring that the man was securely caged, he walked into the pack house and towards his room.A big smile formed on his handsome face immediately he walked in and met Aella waiting for him while sitting on his bed. She was wearing nothing but a sheer black singlet and shorts, with her hair let down. She looked so young and full of life; his woman."Hey Logan," she called, getting up and walking closer to him.Logan replied her by dragging her closer with her waist. He locked eyes with her before slamming his lips on her own. Aella responded to the kiss immediately as if she has been waiting for that. They kept kissing for a while until he break the kiss."Oh wow." She murmured, smiling at him. "I love this gentle side of y
Call of the White wolf forty seven
Logan left the prisoner among the dogs in the cage and walked back towards the pack house with his aides. His mind was in turmoil. He was confused about the next step to take, as he hadn't envisaged a trespasser.When they got into the foyer of the packhouse, Jesse his gamma spoke up."So what are we going to do next, Alpha?" He asked.Logan frowned in thought. "This is definitely an unexpected turn of events. I think we should gather the head wolves and have a meeting on the next step to take, because I am personally very confused on what to do."They then walked towards the strategy room. Once they entered, Logan sat down on one of the chairs and fetched a guard. The guard came into the room and bowed reverently to the three leaders."Yes, send messages to all the head wolves of this pack. We need to have an impromptu meeting concerning the hostage that was taken." Logan commanded."Yes, my Alpha." The guard said and bowed again before going out of the room. The Beta and Gamma took
Call of the White wolf forty eight
The sight of Kylie's dead body was terrible to behold. Logan immediately closed his eyes as a sharp pang of pain went through his body. Not Kylie, no! He thought.Like the other pack members that had been killed, Kylie was in half-human, half-wolf form. Her torso and limbs were in wolf form, but her head and neck were human, though covered in sparse fur. Her thick blonde hair was framed around her face like a halo, and her grey eyes stared lifelessly at the sky. Her torso had been slashed repeatedly. Logan could count four slashes, deep as knife wounds. Her intestines peeked from the wounds like fat red tentacles.Casper and Jesse soon joined them. Casper cursed silently as he saw the dead body. "Damn." He said. "When had this happened?"Indeed, when had this happened, Logan thought to himself. He had been on this training ground barely six hours ago. It must have happened when he was busy interrogating the rogue wolf. Her skin already looked pallid and rigor mortis had begun to set i
Call of the White wolf forty nine
Aella entered the room that she and Logan now shared and looked around. The alpha wasn't here either. She had seen him walk into the pack house after the burial and had thought that he was coming into their room. But the room was devoid of him.She went into the bathroom to have a bath, then put on a black see-through slip that Louve had given her. Logan would be tearing at that slip once you show up to bed with it, she'd said. Aella wanted to test it now, to see if Logan would look at her with desire in his eyes. She washed her hair with scented soap and let it down so it billowed around her shoulders the way he liked it, then laid on the bed to wait for her mate.An hour passed with Aella patiently waiting for him but he didn't show up. She wondered where he was at the moment. Then she remembered that he was the alpha and every pain or grief that his pack member was feeling, he would feel too. Perhaps he needed a few hours to himself, to get over the collective pain that he was mos
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Call of the White wolf 89
Everything was peaceful again.Logan stood at the border that separated his pack from bare land. He slowly looked around, taking in the scene of the battle that had happened so many months ago now. The sight was still as vivid as though it had happened just yesterday. He could still see the Rogue King and all his numbers standing mere meters from where he stood, the sounds of clashing metal and yelling men, so familiar and neverforgotten, the scent too, of blood and fear and adrenaline. Everything still looked and smelled and sounded the same, yet so much had changed since then.He sighed and looked up into the sky, raking his hand through his ponytail. It was almost springtime already; the whole forest reminded him of the change in season. The tree trunks dappled in the morning light and the shadow of the leaves on his face. Some of the trees were already bringing out leaves and flowers. The air smelled of over-ripe berries, fading blossoms, and a thousand or more flowers dazing hi
Call of the White wolf eighty eight
Logan screamed, and several things happened at once."Attack!" Casper yelled, and the whole of Logan's warriors roared and raced toward the Rogue King and his army. The rogue army equally chanted in a loud voice and beat their weapons against their shield, then ran at the oncoming warriors.Both armies met in the middle of the grassy land. The sound of their collision was terrible and harsh to the ears: the screeching of iron on iron as shields met, the barking and snarling of the frontline wolves as they tore at each other, the painful yells of dozens of Lycan warriors as they were stabbed or speared or torn apart to death.The bodies of Logan's gamma and the spy from the rogue pack were lost in the commotion. Logan barely had time to access the situation of the battle or go after the Rogue King. He had eyes only for his mate. He spotted her in the middle of the stampede, lying on the floor as her life seeped out of her body.He ran towards her after she slipped to the ground before
Call of the White wolf eighty seven
Logan dismounted from his stallion and walked forward to the edge of the border in preparation to meet the Rogue King. Every angle of his face was set in determination as he looked forward, the spring air caressing his regal face.Then suddenly, he spotted a speck of black coming forward from about a mile forward. The whole army behind him was so silent that the alpha could hear his beta breathing lightly beside him.Casper looked at his alpha. “Logan—” he said, then broke off, stiffening all over. A moment later Logan heard it too—a heavy, rhythmic pounding, and laid over that, a sound like several bonfires crackling. The speck grew and elongated little by little until it was a line of army, running towards Logan and his pack. It took the alpha several long moments to understand the noise.“The Rogue Army.” Casper whispered. Following his gaze, he saw them, coming closer and closer like a spreading shadow, the Rogue Wolf pack in all their numbers. There must have been hundreds of th
Call of the White wolf eighty six
Logan had been waiting for a long time.He was standing in the part of the woods that faced the border, with a hundred and fifty well-armed warriors. The whole forest was silent and tense, almost as though all the animals were joining in the wait for the arrival of the Rogue King.He had sent Casper ahead with a couple of other warriors to scan the land ahead and send word when they noticed the arrival of the Rogue King. He had told his beta to wave a red flag when coming to indicate that battle was near. So far it had been four hours since he sent Casper out, and he was feeling as harried and on edge as a father expecting his newborn child.He was seated on a white stallion, bred specially for the use of alphas in the pack. His hair was packed up in a man bun and he was dressed in black fighting gear. He had smeared black paint across both of his cheeks, as well as all the other warriors that stood behind him. He raised a hand and pulled at the tight material on his neck uncomfortabl
Call of the White wolf eighty five
Aella's dreams made no senseFirst, she was in the foyer of the pack house in Logan's pack, walking down the makeshift aisle that was meant for Louve. She looked sideways at the crowd of well-wishers and instead of the faces of Logan's pack members, she saw grins and sneers from the members of the Rogue Pack. She looked down and instead of a white dress, she was putting on a black one: lacy and tattered, like a Bride of Death. Someone was leading her by the arm, and when she looked up, she saw that it was her dad.Impossible, she had time to think before they got to the makeshift altar, where the Wolf Priest was waiting for the both of them. She heard low chants from the members of the Rogue Pack behind her but she paid little heed. All her attention was focused on her groom who was standing with his back to her, looking very much like Logan. Maybe this dream isn't so bad after all, she thought. But when the groom turned to her, she was staring not at Logan but at the face of the Rogu
Call of the White wolf eighty four
Logan and his gamma walked back to the pack house in relative silence. Several thoughts kept running through the alpha's mind. At least now, Aella's name would be cleared, albeit not completely. She would still be seen as a rogue wolf that was sent to spy on them, and the only reason Jesse was assigned the position of a spy in the pack was that Aella had failed at it by getting herself mated to him.Jesse was the last person he had expected to be the spy though. He stole a sideways look at the man as he dragged him forward by the collar. He was one of those silent, sidelines people, those you'd never know they were there until they spoke. Logan had seen a lot of himself in the man and had admired his knack for staying level-headed even in very tough situations. That was the very reason why he had made Jesse his Gamma.Logan's mind flashed back to when they had been younger. While Casper had been his best friend, Jesse had been that boy that sort of tagged along anytime they went on th
Call of the White wolf eighty three
Staring at Logan was the familiar face of Jesse, his Gamma."What the hell are you doing here? And hooded too?" Logan asked. There was a nagging, almost uncomfortable feeling about this situation, but he tried to push it off. Jesse's deep blue, almost black eyes that stared up into his were wide and full of everything suspicious. His eyes kept looking behind Logan's back as though he was expecting someone else to show up."Can you get off me, alpha?" Jesse said, squirming uncomfortably. Logan stood up with a grunt and even stretched out a hand to the man, who took it and stood up from the forest floor, dusting his clothes.Everything about this screamed suspicion, but Logan paid no heed to it. He wanted to trust his gamma beyond any reasonable doubt, but the man kept giving him every reason to doubt him. The hands that dusted his clothes were shaky; only someone who felt guilty about something would fidget so much. And the clothes—Logan hadn't noticed them before—he had a black turtle
Call of the White wolf eighty two
The flashlight in Logan's hand illuminated several meters of the cave stone, upon which hundreds of intricate drawings had been scrawled. Logan quickly closed his mouth as it had been hanging open in shock, and moved further inside the cave.The sight that met his eyes was unbelievable. He truly had never seen them before. It wasn't really the fact that they were unique that intrigued Logan so much, but the fact that this cavehad stood right in the middle of his pack's borders and he hadn't noticed it, not once.Granted, the cave was hidden in the side of the mountain, but not once had a wolf from his pack ever stumbled upon the cave entrance. It was baffling and confusing to Logan.Wow. This was so not what I was expecting, his inner wolf said in amazement.He raised the flashlight high and looked around. The wall to his immediate right had more inscriptions than drawings. Logan moved closer to the smooth cave wall, trying to decipher the writings. The writings had been made with a p
Call of the White wolf eighty one
After their short meeting, the three of them walked out of the study. Logan's spirit was much lifted after talking to his two best friends. His mind was still full of worry about Aella and how she was doing, but he was also happy that he seemed to be making progress on one thing at least.He remembered something that his father had once told him, that the fastest way to forget about something painful was to drown that pain in work. He had been extremely sad about Aella's kidnapping and had worried for her safety, but at least he had been able to do some work with his beta and cousin and make headway in the process. It had drowned his worries about his mate for a few precious minutes.But now thoughts of Aella had returned and had started haunting him again. He felt as though he would lose it if he didn't find a way to clear his head.Logan escorted Casper and Louve to the door of the dining room, where they were to have dinner. Louve turned to her cousin. "Come and eat dinner with us.
