A Howl For Help Novels & Stories

Every wolf in attendance felt it, a shared awareness that history was not just being witnessed—it was being made. As the sun dipped lower, painting the sky in strokes of amber and violet, Aria and Kaelen led the pack in a ceremonial howl, a ritual of unity and acknowledgment. The sound rolled over the valley, weaving through the trees, bouncing off the rocks, and reaching every corner of their territory. It was a sound of triumph, of love, and of hope. Wolves howled in return, their voices blending into a symphony that seemed to bind them all together.

They were under the effects of wolfsbane, their heart rate slow. Fear clawed at my chest. “Please… wake up…” My eyes burned, tears rolling down my cheeks as guilt crushed over me. Despite being a Lunaris alpha, I couldn’t save my pups from this nightmare. I couldn’t even fight off those goons to protect them. Calming my racing heart, I tried to look for my wolf, begging her for help. All I needed was a flicker of her power to break these chains and reach Esme and Mila. “Zylar! Help!”

“Save us the trouble.” He stepped beside me, following my gaze. “That’s one way to force clarity.” “Clarity doesn’t feel like relief,” I said. “No,” he agreed. “It rarely does.” Below us, a small group of wolves gathered near the riverbank. They spoke in tight clusters, bodies angled inward. Every gesture felt deliberate now. Nothing was casual anymore. “They’re waiting,” I said. “For orders?” he asked. “For permission,” I corrected. “To choose.” Kaelen exhaled slowly. “That’s a dangerous thing to give.”

Suddenly, a long, mournful sound pierces the air. Hooooooo-ooooh. The Great Horn of the Founders. It echoes off the mountain peaks, vibrating through the ground beneath our paws. It is the signal. The Howling has begun.

The howl echoed through the forest, sharp and urgent. Dale and Juke sprint toward the sound. The undergrowth cracked beneath their feet as the scent of blood hit their nostrils. Dale’s chest tightened as the sound grew louder, more desperate. “There,” Juke said, pointing to a figure slumped near the base of an old oak. An injured scout, his fur matted with blood, shifted weakly into his human form. “Arif’s wolves,” the scout rasped, his voice hoarse. “Near the border... rallying.”

The bond is forming. I stepped in front of Elena fully. “Touch her, and I’ll rip your throat out.” The cursed wolf tilted its head, amused. You already failed once, Blackmoor. You won’t get another chance. My claws slid free, the shift racing up my arms. “Try me.” But before they could lunge, a howl tore through the trees—a high, clear warning from the west. Reinforcements. Ashfangs. The cursed wolves hissed, retreating into the trees like shadows peeling from bark.

This can't be how my life ends, I won't let it be this way, I won't sit here and give up. There were other werewolves on this campus, and someone had to hear me if I shouted loudly enough, right? Someone would come to help… Sniffling, I stood on shaky legs, pounding against the door with my fists. "Hello? Is someone there? Help! I’m locked inside!” “Help! Someone!! Help!!" "Hello! Can you hear me? Please, someone, I'm locked inside the washroom!! If you can hear me, please help!”

Vanya screamed. She hurled the silver canister with all her strength. It flew straight past Alexander’s shoulder, landing directly beneath Dareth’s massive belly as the beast pressed its weight against Alexander’s defensive guard. Denzel shot the temple of the wolf as it staggered back two steps, giving Alexander time to withdraw. "FALL BACK! COVER YOUR HEADS!" Alexander yelled, grabbing me by the waist of my heavy canvas jacket and throwing us both backward down the first rocky ledge of the ravine. Denzel tackled Kenny and Julian into the dirt. Atlas grabbed Jill and Vanessa, pulling them down behind a massive granite boulder just as the world erupted around us.

Ayleen asks, desperate to help in any way she can. “Can you call that Vampire friend of yours? He might be able to tell us ways in which we can control the newly turned vampires.” Azraiel pleads. “Of course, I’ll call him right away.” She pauses for a second. “I also know a weredragon and a weretiger from H.O.P.E. mission. Is it okay if I call them too?” “Of course…that would be really helpful. Also, ask them if they know about other species.”

"Kenny and his boys are pinned down due to gunfire." "Well if it's a fight they want," said Rooster all in for a battle after harboring such aggression. The Howler M.C. had been long-standing enemies of The Canyon Creek Coyote M.C. and as their mutual club names would imply, they were downright mortal enemies. Howler M.C. however had been the only shapeshifting faction thus far, but they had hated The Canyon Creek Coyotes just the same. It was Howler M.C.'s tradition to refer to the so-called badasses of the canyon as "Zygotes".