Into The Wolves' Den の小説・ストーリー

But there was a rustle of leaves behind them. My eyes twitched towards the treeline. Several wolves snarled behind them. Advanced slowly, snouts to the ground. I smiled at Eugene. Those weren’t our men. Those were Lover’s Quarrel wolves. Just in front of the pack stood a burly woman. Her hair was pulled back but clearly greying. Her skin was worn with wrinkles from years spent laughing. Her eyes went straight to Eugene. “I think someone might have different plans than you, Eugene.” Ozias mused, crossing his arms across his chest. The Alpha’s head turned around. He noticed the woman behind him. Noticed the wolves closing in. From behind us, our men caught up fully. Guns pointed at the Alpha.

Quickly interpreting the meaning of my stern look, Kenzie good naturedly said, “Maybe we should change the subject to something less personal.” Oscar’s eyes remained stoic while his mouth formed a friendly smile. Turning to Kenzie, he said, “So, then, let’s talk about why I’m here.” Kenzie chuckled, “I thought it was for our fair company.” “True,” he good naturedly replied, “but there’s also a motive behind my visit. Are you up for a challenge?” With a look of surprised excitement, she replied, “It depends. Is it dangerous?” “It can be,” he said with a grin. “I’ve been commissioned to tag a few wolves for part of a study of the wildlife in the Appalachian mountains. There’s a lot of groun

The wolves lowered their heads… And prepared to attack.

The wolves melt into the shadows as he carried me into the dark. ---

Wren had groceries delivered, so the scent must belong to the person who delivered them. Suddenly, I hear vicious growling and aggressive noises coming from the den. The door is open. What I find in the den is nothing to what I expected to find when I got home. One, Wren is in fucking wolf form. Crimson is a beautiful red wolf. Two, the entire den has been shredded to pieces by a very pissed off Crimson.

Dean’s POV continued- The cells are usually kept pretty dark. Since the wolves have better night vision it’s not a problem for them, but when we turn the bright spot lights on it sure makes it a lot worse for them too. We keep the observation area dark so the rogue can’t see everyone in the room. I decided not to tell Alec and Zander because, well, I still wanted to have a little fun. We got to the interrogation area and I held up a hand so they knew to hold back a bit, then I gave the signal for the lights. The flinching and barely audibly cursing coming from the wolves? Worth it. It took a second for them to recover and I tried my best to hide my smirk as Alec looked at me.

A hidden passage revealed itself, the scent of damp stone and lingering smoke wafting up from below. The Den was alive with activity. The cavernous space was lit by the warm glow of scattered fire pits, their flames casting flickering shadows across the walls. Wolves in both human and shifted forms moved about, their voices blending into a low hum of conversation. I kept my head down as I navigated the chaos, avoiding eye contact and steering clear of any groups that looked too interested in newcomers. My anonymity was my greatest asset here, and I had no intention of losing it. At the far end of the Den, a small alcove housed the one wolf I’d come to see: Maelis.

“Maybe I need to see a doctor.” It is normal. Just probably not normal for the Omega. There’s a process that wolves usually go through after moving into a new house. It happens after a few days when the wolf's comfortable in their surroundings. The wolf’s scent gland would start to go into overdrive so that it can scent the place, and mark off its territory. Ariadne has probably never felt safe enough to do such a thing. It’s terrible. “It’s called Denning,” Victor explains. “You’re denning.”

He stalked over to where the werewolf sat pinned against the wall in a corner, feeling immense satisfaction when she shrunk away from him. “I have a message for your alpha. Tell him to stop sending his dogs after me, otherwise, at the rate at which he’s going, he will be the only one left in his pack. Tell him that I’m not yet ready for him, but that when I am, I will find him. He doesn’t need to worry himself about that. I will find him and I will have the satisfaction of burying my dagger in his heart and watching the light go out of his eyes. Oh, and by the way, take your fellow dog with you.” Michael told her and turned to face the other people. Duncan had joined them, his eyes wide when

Shyfter rustled Moon's hair. **Tristan** ‘Kit, we have a slight problem. Rex and I are one on one with wolves of our own, now there's a third wolf headed our way. Break and get to us. These are the wolves we have been looking for. As of now I'm hovering just around the perimeter, as is another wolf, Kai. Link when you're close and we will go from there.’ **Anaki ** ‘Change of plans. When all of the intruders are in close proximity, we will form a half moon around them.’