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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To say Willow was nervous, was an understatement. Though no one would blame her for being so.
She followed Fury into the house, past countless guards, and through a set of wooden double doors.
She paused in her steps as he disappeared into the room. She took a few breaths, working up the courage to follow into the room.
When she finally stepped into the doorway, she was met with three sets of bright gold eyes. She took in the two men sitting in the room, both of which seemed to take her in as well.
It was strange, even though she expected it, the three brothers in the room looked a lot alike, not like twins or anything, but there was no doubt they were all brothers. With their sharp features, their black locks and the striking gold eyes they all seemed to share, there was no doubt of who they were.
"Well hello," came a sweet, feminine voice, when Willow turned she found a woman, sitting on the mirroring couch, opposite the brothers. Her dark brown hair and warm brown eyes brought a relaxing feel to fall over her.
She seemed to have a youthful glow about her, given away only by the slight scrunch near her eyes when she smiled kindly.
"Mother," Fury greeted as the woman stood, her brown eyes moving from Willow to Fury as she approached him. Willow was a bit shocked as the woman pulled him into a hug, holding him just a bit longer than normal.
"This is Willow," Willow felt self-conscious as the woman once more directed her attention to her.
She wiped her hands on her legs nervously, under the woman's scrutinizing gaze, drawing her own attention to the fact that she was still in one of Rage's shirts and sweatpants.
"What a delightful surprise," the woman's kind demeanor didn't falter as she stepped before her, pulling her into a hug, "it is nice to meet you, My name is Joyce, but you can call me Joy if you would like," her smile warmed Willow, drawing her attention from the trinity of tall, dark and golden-eyed, brothers.
Willow was speechless as she stood before the kind woman, completely stunned. She had never really thought of there being a mother, let alone one like Joy.
"What brings you to us?" The woman smirked, looking over her shoulder and her sons, "It's not every day one of my boys brings home a girl," all of them looked away from her, uncomfortable with her pointed comment.
"I..." she stuttered, what was she supposed to say? How could she explain everything as simply as the question?
"Rage sent her here," Fury cut in and Willow smiled in thanks as he answered for her.
"Well I gathered that much," Joy said, shooting him a look that had him bitting his tongue, "she is wearing his clothes and smells of him,"
"Mom," Fury said in a warning voice as he sensed where this was going.
