Learning to Love, Chapter 3, The Price to be Paid + Learning to Fight, The War Begins.
**Chapter 3, The price to be paid** ** ** It was well past noon when the coyotes finally reached their own dens and Walker saw where they lived for the first time. Unlike the clan holds of the wolves these dogs lived in small caves or burrows dug...
Serwolf Species Information
Serwolf, a hybrid of a sergal and a wolf. They are an advanced species in terms of mating, and female serwolves can produce a large amount of young fast if they need to. The males tend to look quite strong with broad shoulders, and the females are...
Serwolf Species Information
Serwolf, a hybrid of a sergal and a wolf. They are an advanced species in terms of mating, and female serwolves can produce a large amount of young fast if they need to. The males tend to look quite strong with broad shoulders, and the females are...
Two Princes, One Girl, One Thief Part One
Can astor skinwolf, renowned mercenary, sneak aboard his pleasure yacht and rescue her while having enough time to fill his pockets with valuables?
Two Princes, One Girl, One Thief Part Two
“i am not interested in your justifications, skinwolf, i am no friends with the wolves either. what i am interested in is gaining their goodwill.”
Wildcat in the Field
Scratching him behind the ear, i told him, “i’m astor skinwolf. don’t worry, i know a thing or two about collecting bounties and avoiding hunters. we’ll make enough back in no time.” a smile grew on his lips. “i’m arleth.
Old Bounty, Old Fling
“i guess not...astor skinwolf." i had given an alias but anyone who had spent any time in wolven territory has seen bounty posters with my face drawn on it, followed by a detailed list of known residences and descriptions of my scent.
The Skinwolf
"It's the Rough-Nights. It always happens on the Rough-Nights" His grandmother had already said that. And now he was standing here. Tied to the village's mater pole. In the middle of winter, waiting for his death. ... It was winter. The...
Der Hautwolf
„Es sind die Raunächte. Es passiert immer in den Raunächten“ Das hatte schon seine Großmutter gesagt. Und nun stand er hier. Angekettet an den Marterpfahl des Dorfes. Mitten im Winter, und wartete auf seinen Tod. ... Es war Winter....