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El misterio de la Loba blanca .:P2:. ESP FINAL La loba observó de nuevo a su compañero, moviendo la orejas al compás del sonido de los chisporroteos del fuego, pudo notar el agrado del hombre por lo que había hecho recientemente.El misterio de la Loba blanca .:P2:. ESP FINAL by nanochetha
El hombre no se daba cuenta aún, pero ese encuentro estaba arreglado desde el día en el que él había sufrido tanto, unos pocos años atrás; no tenía ni idea de lo que significaba, aunque estaba advertido de que alguien lo visitaría aquella noche.
- esos ojos, tan puros como tu alma, porque me miras así? hermosa loba, nuestro encuentro es algo extraño, que no podía predecir, pero sí podía presentir- El hombre observaba a la loba, sin moverse y solo dedicándose a verla ahí, frente a el, no estaba ni a dos pasos de alce de distancia, observándolo con su hermosos ojos naranja.
-esa mirada la he visto antes, la mirada de ella...- dijo para él mismo.
-cuál mirada?- respondió la loba
Prodigy Chapter 8: HateProdigy Chapter 8: Hate by jamestmattingly
“I’m not sure what happened exactly. Trilla just carried you to me yesterday and told me to take care of you. She said you… Over did it?” Fana explained when I asked her what exactly occurred. “You were pretty bloody and beat up. Plus, I’ve never seen someone so exhausted before. Your heart was like a jack rabbits. You weren’t dreaming of any young girls now were you?” She said this as a joke, but the only thing I could recall of the dream was that male. So I answered her question with the humor of my own. “No, I wouldn’t exactly say it was like that.” She took the joke and chuckled a bit at me. Ahria chuckled silent winds as she sat upon her haunches beside her mother. I felt sorry for her as she sat there wordless and yet perfectly happy. Her mother had told me of her disability. Her curse of complete silence chosen to be her punishment by nature.
She had just been a pup when she unknowingly left the den to a world of
Prodgy Chapter 7: Learning ControlProdgy Chapter 7: Learning Control by jamestmattingly
Trilla propped against me. Curling up against my side so she could wrap her tail around mine in a show of affection. I was not a fan of how she pressed against me as it placed stress upon my back and the wound that was on it. But how could I tell her that she couldn’t love me in the time we still had. That would be cruel of me. Because in this time I wanted to be with her as much as she did with me. I longed to be with the others but, of all of them, even Snow and Beo, I wanted to be with Trilla. The car didn’t take long to warm after she closed the doors. Closing out the rain besides the harsh pitter pattering upon the ceiling. Trilla thought the sound of rain was relaxing and thus it did not take her long to fall asleep to its melody while she rested in my embrace. And I couldn’t help but look down at her and see the smile on her face that I had not seen on many occasions. A smile of pure peace. No evil snarls of amusement, taunting grimaces, or prideful smirks. Jus
Questions of My ChildhoodQuestions of My Childhood by JZLobo
Author's note: This story is a prequel to On Second Thought and the rest of the stories in the series.
Argo’s newest recruit set Reilly Austin’s hackles on end. He skulked about and watched her when he thought she wasn’t looking, but he wasn’t as subtle as he thought, especially with a salty, rancid scent like his. Bathing seemed to be a foreign concept to him. And then there was his wide-eyed, paranoid stare—the kind a serial killer would have. Why her uncle Nicholas, Alpha of Argo, had seen fit to accept him into the pack, she didn’t understand, but it was not her place to question him. All she could do was keep her guard up.
He didn’t even have a last name. What was this guy’s deal? Who the hell was just called “Sammy,” anyway?
“To my niece, Fortune!” bellowed Nicholas, known to his packmates as Odysseus. “Named