Book 1
Ranked #1 in badboys: May 2018
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The Wulf family is infamous in the werewolf community. Their family was the first. The origins of their kind. They are more aggressive and beastly. Their wolves more ruthless and blood thirsty. Th...
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Willow shot up, fully alert as she looked around the room.
"Holy sh!t, you scared the crap out of me," the man said as he jumped up from the foot of the other bed.
His black hair and gold eyes resembled Rage's, yet he looked so different.
"Sorry," she mumbled at the man, she had to think for a moment what his name was, anger? No, Fury. His name was Fury. Part of her wondered if all of the brothers were named like that.
"It's fine, you just..." he trailed off, running his hand through his hair, "do you always wake up like that?"
His eyes were cast down as she bit her lip in thought. She wasn't sure she wanted to answer the question. She did always wake up like that, never knowing what to expect.
"Where is Rage?" She asked softly as she realized he wasn't in the room with them. Her eyes flickered to the open bathroom door but the light was off leaving the room dark.
Fury looked away from her big doe eyes. They were so innocent as she watched him, waiting for an answer.
"He isn't here," he mumbled, clearing his throat nervously.
"Where did he go?" She pushed, her brows pulled down into a frown.
He turned away with a sigh, dragging his hand down his face. He did not want to be the one to tell her this. Should not have been left to handle his brother's baggage.
"He left..." Fury trailed off. Part of him felt that more should be said, yet he didn't know what else he should say.
Willow's heart dropped at his words. Rage had left her. He had brought her to his brother and left, with no intention of coming with.
She stayed silent as she stood. There really wasn't anything to say, he had told her he wasn't coming, but her chest still hurt. He really didn't want her, he was just being nice.
"Are we going to your pack?" she finally asked, nervously pulling on the edge of the oversize t-shift she wore.
"Yes, whenever you are ready," he smiled sadly. He seemed kind, much more so than Rage, and she knew she would be safe with him, but truly, all she wanted was Rage.
"Will we be shifting?" at her question he quirked an eyebrow causing her to nervously look away.
"No, I have my car," she nodded, glad that she wouldn't be running anywhere else. She was exhausted and sore. Without a word, she followed him out of the room. The smell of blood and death was pungent on the air, blood stained the lot with large brown stains. Yet there were no signs of the bodies, no signs of the cause of the stains.
He leads her to a small sized SUV that was the color of gannet. It had a slight sparkle to it as the rising sun hit it.
Willow stayed silent as Fury drove, the forest flashing past them in a swipe of green, like paint on a canvas. She watched out the window as the time ticked by, the sun slowly moving across the sky.
