Vince finally lost his patience and his anger radiated heat like a wild fire in the bond. Gripping her jaw tightly his fingers dug into her skin hard, the nails on his hands elongating into claws that threatened to break the skin. A threatening growl sounded from his chest and his lip drew back in a snarl revealing a mouthful of inhumanly sharp teeth. "ENOUGH!" He snarled out in a low growl. His dark eyes burning coals in their sockets as he moved to mount her, sitting on her hips holding her down under his bulk. Lowering his face to her hear still growling he lowered his voice. "If you think that I would force something like this on you and burden myself with a selfish fucking creature like yourself for the fuck all of it then you are a stupid …show more content…
How he hunted down and murdered the other attackers. How he spent the next several months hunting down the rest of the pack his uncle had joined to betray his family, murdering everyone they were connected to with soulless disregard to the loss of life. How after he found each and every one of them and made them beg for death over and over before finally giving it to them. The emptiness he felt after his deeds were finished. The bottomless despair that threatened to drown him. His homecoming and appointment to pack leader as the Alpha and son of the former pack leaders. His slow acceptance of what he lost and the rebuilding of himself as a person. The focus he poured into Angi and the pack. The constant fight to maintain the blood thirsty beast he had become in his quest for revenge. Several more times through the years the Tribe was challenged by outside packs and tribes and each time Vince stood as their champion and spared not a single life of those that refused to surrender to him that challenged him or threatened his loved ones. Mercy was something he longer had for his enemies. To fight Vince was to put your life on the line, defeat meant …show more content…
They had returned to normal. Letting go of her face he got off of her and then off the bed. "Go take a shower." He said to her in a distant tired voice. As Reba lunged for a killing blow he was intercepted by a trashcan lid sized paw that hit him with the force of a car. The sound of the wolves bones snapping could be heard on impact and he was sent careening several dozen yards away in a heap. A massive black form stood over Garai, at least 14 feet tall. A roar erupted from the monster standing above him. Dropping onto all fours so that it stood with Garai under it's massive body. Looking at wolves on the other side of the reservation gate the bear gave another roar in challenge. From behind on either side of Yasmine howls sounded and the Coyotes trotted up from one side yipping and barking in excitement of the oncoming fight. On the other thee massive female mountain lions stalked towards the wolves, lips curled in snarling growling and hisses. Two more werebears showed up and took places on either side of Sani. From the houses came the wolf pack howling to one another as the converged into a group and ran to the fence bounding over it and slowing to a walk towards
throws him to the wolves at the end - "I lied. Don't get pious Vince.
He doesn’t trust very many people and he is always on edge about everyone no matter who they are. He has a lot of enemies and he’s not afraid to let them know that he doesn’t like them. If he doesn’t trust a person, he won’t listen to them at all and so that is almost everyone. He is not afraid at all to take action when the time is needed. In the story when the guards wouldn’t tell them why they were being taken captive he shot one of them with a taser type gun and he didn’t hesitate. His weakest part of him would have to be that he doesn’t have very many people on his side to back him up when the time is needed but he would rather prefer to be a one-man wolf
I shrieked at them, trying to scare them off, but they merely ducked behind bushes and took long sticks from the saddles of their horses, bows and javelins. … I'd never howled more loudly in my life. Darts like hot coals went through my legs and arms and I howled more loudly still. (27)
Part Two of the novel shifts the narrative perspective to that of the she-wolf. After the famine is over, the wolf pack separates, and the she-wolf and three males travel together, until one of the wolves, “One Eye,” kills the other two. The she-wolf and One Eye travel together, then, until it is time for her to settle down to give birth to her cubs. Another famine comes upon the land when the cubs are still young, and all of the cubs die—except one: a gray wolf cub. This gray wolf is the strongest and the most adventuresome of all the litter. Yet early in his life, he learns how to snare food and along with this ability, he learns the lesson of the wilderness—that is, “eat or be eaten, kill or be killed.”
-He learns to separate himself from worldly things and to speak to the mountain. He learns this through Japhy’s guidance and the Desolation. He reminds himself to be innocent and to have a simple mind, meaning to differ from right and wrong. He thanked God for what was created and for taking care of everyone.
The werwülfs are upset with frustration beginning their final assault, when two carnivorous beasts emerge from the darkness standing over five meters tall.
The character development in the story helped me understand the characters. It helped me understand the characters and what they were going through in the story. There were two types of conflicts in the story. They were between the raven and the man and the man was in an internal conflict with his mind and emotions. The theme
achieve their goal, it is revealed that the animals are going savage and need to be muzzled until
into The Wolf, who was about to devour the enchiladas. The police officer tackled The
The rumble of distant cars could still be heard from the forest. It has already been days since Viktor had chased the rabbit across the highway. It was a hunt that went terribly wrong. The scent of a plump, juicy rabbit was detected during a midnight hunt and stalked for some time. Viktor hesitated in pouncing on the prey and this delay turned out to be a fatal mistake. Once given this opportunity, the rabbit had finally caught scent of the wolf from a shift in the wind. The chase started prematurely and an easy catch suddenly turned into a long, arduous run. Viktor had tailed the rabbit for quite some time, but he was determined to regain control of the hunt. He got closer and closer to his midnight snack, when the view of trees suddenly disappeared and replaced with a large span of gravel and concrete. They had somehow managed to arrive at the Great Thunderpath, named after the distinctive sound that cars made when driving past compared to the sound of thunder. This was the boundary between the two wooded areas. Not many wolves were known to have crossed it due to the controversy that shrouds this highway in mystery. Many wolves have died near this road when human construction began and started to pave out a path. Habitats were destroyed and as a result a significant amount of sources of food disappeared along with it. This was part of the reason food was so scarce this winter. However, it was crucial for Viktor that he catch this rabbit and not for all this effort to go to waste. This year’s winter has been especially cruel, the brutality was unmistaken. It arrived several moons early and taken many unprepared souls as a result. The sudden arrival may have been caused by old tensions between the long gone huma...
The barrels turned red, cracking out a monstrous yell the sound of a beast roaring its last roar. The rifle on the left caught fire first, the wooden stock fueled the fire. The right rifle burst into flames, but Nerrek held on holding off with a wall of bullets. The fire grew brighter on both rifles, his coat sleeves caught flame, but the roar of gunfire was unconstrained. The flames wove into the fibers thriving into new life. He was consumed in flame. The roar of the beast began to choke, The rifle in his right hand ceased his charcoaled hand released the rifle. Kitz looked back and hesitated for a moment, “you were always there for me” he broke his stance and kept pushing forward. There was a screech as the last bullet scraped along the inside of the barrel. He let go the second rifle, and tore off the Emblazed coat. The fabric had scorched into his skin, few flames lingered on him. He grabbed his side arm and continued the battle roar. A shriek of desperation came from the trees followed by showers of gunfire. “I’m not that easy to kill, choked nerrek.” He grinned and pushed
flashbacks to his childhood and the type of person he was. He also always had a strange
time. He had taken his own life and at the same time killed the future of the family's place in the
can't accept the fact that he's not what he wanted to be in life. All of