The Twilight Circle

Olathe is a werewolf, and a damn pretty one, too (On the front cover :P). Her name actually means beautiful. But when she meets a stranger, her life begins to stir up. Things are turned upside down! In this crazy life of hers, four men are each fighting for the right to claim her as their own. Some girls would dream of this; but circumstances are not on Olathe's side.
~The first compelling novel in the Grey Wolves series~


16. "My Luna..."

I'm walking silently through the forest, my heels digging into the surface of the dirt trail. The old man infront of me looks like he should be shuffling along, but his werewolf strength and longevity lets him live a much longer and healthier life than a mere human. I zone out as we trudge along.


I'm shaken back to my senses as the old man infront of me comes to an abrupt stop. I stare blanky at the back of who I presume to be this wolf's alpha. He has a thin back, but it's muscled.

*Oh, all male werewolves are strongly built, and females and fit and lean, because it's in our genes. Since when was there a fat and lazy wolf?*

The old wolf speaks quietly. "Alpha, I have a tresspasser."


When he turns around, I gasp. His two different coloured eyes - one blue and one green - look the old man dead in the eyes. The elder turns his head away, kneeling down and baring his neck, in a show of sumbission.

I look at the alpha's face intently. His eyes caught my attention instantly, but his overall appearance is still new to me.

He has brown, wavy hair that messily falls across his eyes, and fair skin. He has stubble on his chin.

And, he's tall- I'll give him that. It's how he gives the impression of towering over any wolf that is a lower rank than him.


I've zoned out for under five seconds, but when I come back to my senses, I'm surrounded by yet more werewolves-

All of them male...

Female werewolves are rare. Yes, my pack has been blessed with a plentiful amount, but others aren't so lucky. This certain pack seems to be very unlucky. And this is a very large pack.

Of course, to get so many, some wolves must have human mates, though this usually doesn't effect the genes. They have to kill the woman afterwards, though. Poor things.


Each and every one of the men are staring at me, each with different expressions. I see some with gaurded expressions, others weary, others even... Hungry, but most have either kind or curious expressions. I take a deep breath.


The alpha stares into my eyes. I have to fight every instinct my wolf has not to drop my gaze. This wolf is actually an alpha, while I'm only next-in-line. I stare blankly, returning his calm gaze. He then snorts, and crosses his arms over his chest in a laid-back gesture.

My ears adjust to the sound of quiet chatter around me. I listen in to the conversation of these male wolves...

"... She's pretty!"

"... She can stare into the eyes of our alpha, she must be a high ranked wolf..."

"... She's young, but she must be dangerous..."

"... Not to be trusted..."

I growl, the rumble resonating low in my throat as I make sure to glance at every wolf around me. Instantly, there's silence, and they turn their gazes downward. The alpha seems amused.


"Who are you?" he asks quietly, though the power and dominance behind his voice is enough to silence the remaining whispers. His different coloured eyes still bore into my electric blue, though his gaze has softened. I sigh.

"My name is Olathe. Olathe De Lune. I am heir to my pack." I keep my voice loud, clear, and confident. The alpha's gaze remains pleasant.

"I am Faolan. Your last name sounds familiar. Could your mother be Claire De Lune?" I blink, then nod my head slowly.

Excited whispers echo all around me.

"... Pack full of females..."

"... Really lucky..."

"... Jealous of the males..."

"... Easy pickings."

My anger grows, and builds to the maximum. A loud growl once again errupts from my jaws. "... Shut up." Most of the whispers have stopped. My eyes glow brightly, and my canines elongate to become fangs. My ears pinpoint the main speaker, his words so dirty and perverted I want to beat him to a pulp. And yet, he continues speaking. I turn my head and rush toward him, ready to rip his disgusting throat out.

But Faolan cuts in before I reach him, intercepting me, putting one arm around my hips and the other across my stomach. I snarl. "Let me go! I'm going to rip his throat out!" I'm struggling a lot, so I must be tough to keep still, but his strength is surprising and he remains firmly in place. Faolan is whispering calming things in Romanian that I don't understand, but seem to calm me anyway. My fangs shrink to size, though my glowing eyes are still fixed firmly on my target. He's stopped talking now, staring at me wide-eyed, and in shock. I stare into his eyes, full of a filthy rage that burns so hot it makes me oblivious to the things around me. He looks down. I keep glaring.

"You come so close as to even repeat one word of that conversation, I will-" I'm growling, but my sentence is cut short by this alpha gripping me tighter against him. I yelp in surprise, and look up at him. He's glaring sternly at the pervert as well, but his gaze instantly switches when it comes to me.


"... Calm down, my Luna..." He whispers softly. I take a deep breath, and close my eyes for a few moments. When I open them again, the world is clear, and my eyes have stopped glowing. My face remains emotionless and gaurded. Shaking his head, Faolan releases me. A grin has lifted the corners of his mouth.


Only then does my mind process what he called me.

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