A Rejected Wolf And A Court Of Ash Romane & Geschichten

He leaned closer, his hands grabbing my shirt. The fabric tore. I screamed. “NO!” This couldn’t be happening. Was this how I was going to die? Broken and alone in the forest? Then suddenly— A deep, powerful growl echoed through the trees. The rogues froze. Heavy footsteps approached. And then I saw it. A massive red wolf stepped out from the forest. Its golden eyes glowed with fury. “Sh*t,” one rogue muttered. “We crossed into Red Water territory.” The wolf shifted into a tall, muscular man.

I inched back, observing the situation from the estate's short corridor. With Baltazar's slightest chin motion, two of his wolves in their human forms rushed toward the door where I stood. Ash moved, turning into a familiar cloud of darkness. Before the wolves advanced one foot, the black blur swallowed them. A split second later, the wolves lay on the ground with their throats ripped off. Ash stood beside the dead bodies, blood dripping off his claws. "Back off, or I will kill your entire pack!"

“Shift when ready, Kael. Show us your heart.” Kael nodded, his body rippling as he shifted, bones cracking softly, fur sprouting in a fluid transformation. Ash emerged—a towering gray wolf, his scarred muzzle held high, eyes wary but steady. He padded toward Ember, sniffing the air, his presence commanding yet cautious. The pack murmured, some shifting to wolves to observe, their tails wagging with interest. Ember circled Ash, her claws sparking as she tested his stance. “You move with purpose,” Alya’s voice growled through Ember, rich with intrigue. “Let’s see your fight.”

My wolf. Even without the bond, he was still there. ⸻ We trekked deep into the woods, past the last known ley line, where the trees grew tall enough to block the moon. The shadows were thicker here. The magic heavier. We reached the edge of the forbidden glade just before dawn. And there—kneeling in the center of a circle made of bones— Was the Ash Wolf. Not the girl. The true form. Lithe. Tall. Cloaked in a dress of smoke and flame. Antlers like scorched iron curled from her skull, and her eyes…

The central court chambers of Moonrise buzzed with an anxious energy as the Ash Pack’s delegation arrived. Flags bearing the Ash sigil—black wolf on a field of smoldering grey—hung limp against the stone pillars, barely stirring despite the wind creeping through the high slotted windows. Courtiers, healers, warriors, and apprentices lined the perimeter, their eyes sharp, their voices low. They all knew that today wasn’t just a day for diplomacy, but a day of reckoning. The air crackled with the weight of old rivalries and the potential for new alliances—or fresh wounds.

“She doesn’t belong to any Species and that makes her fair game. It’s not like I’m planning on playing with her. You know her father, right?” “Yes and I swore I’d protect her.” “I’m going to claim her so there’s nothing to protect her from. I’ll make her mine, fill her with my seed and it will plant there. She’ll make an excellent mate and mother to my young.” A roar tore from Justice’s throat and he flipped the table over so it wasn’t between him and Brawn anymore. The people around them started, stopped talking and quickly

she was unable to finish her sentence since the pain made her fall to the ground. Out of worry, Aiden closed his eyes so that he could not see his mage going through so much pain. In a short while, Leila had completed her shifting and the place was as quiet as before. Taking the quietness as his clue to know that she had finished shifting, he opened his eyes and was amazed at what he was looking at. A beautiful blue-grey wolf which was larger than the wolves from his neighbouring pack. "You are so beautiful," he said, making the little wolf look downwards.

“Well, we can’t please everyone. It’s natural for some to focus more on the bad than the good.” The wolf stirred at the sound of her movement, opening its eyes. With a wide yawn, Ash got up and padded toward her. “Ash, get more rest and stay here,” she told him. But the wolf only nudged her dress insistently, as if to say he wasn’t about to be left behind. Althea chuckled softly. “Fine, come with us then.” Ash wagged his tail, circling her with clear excitement, as if thrilled she had given in.

“But now, I’ll beg her to take you back.” Jason’s brow furrowed, confusion tightening his jaw. “You rejected me once. Now it’s my turn.” I stepped closer, heart hammering, every breath I took, heavy. "Jason Blackriver, Alpha of the Blackriver Pack..." My voice dropped to a whisper, my gaze drifting to the full moon. "I, Ashley Lockwood, reject you and hereby accept your rejection!”