Agent Wolf Novels & Stories

I went through the morning routine on autopilot. I didn't mean to come off as expressionless, but the fog of questions made it that way. Thick with uncertainty, each question had no answer for me. Was the huge breed of wolf a new finding? Were they rare? A science experiment running lose? Why hasn't anyone heard of them other than Alastor? Why did they seem so...so there? Like they knew what they were doing. The wolf that had jumped in front of my car last night, his eyes seemed so full of knowledge. Too full of knowledge. Not like an animal's eye. Like he knew too much. Just like Alastor. The huge black wolf who had taken an odd obsession toward me seemed to know too much as well. Like he c

“Now.” But it was too late. A growl came from the trees. Then another. Then ten more. Eyes glowed in the dark. Dozens of them. Rogue wolves. Huge. Scarred. Foaming at the mouth. Lycan stepped forward. “This is your only chance. Leave. Or die.” The rogues didn’t speak. They charged. **Rosa’s POV** The fight was chaotic. Snarls. Blood. Claws. I sliced one rogue’s throat, then ducked as another leapt over me.

The question arrived last night walking home from the herb shop, and by the time I reached the Halverson Building's front steps I had already assembled the answer. Garrett Shaw. SEB agent. Wolf, which is unusual for an enforcement officer, most of whom are human or human-adjacent by institutional preference, because fully supernatural agents create conflict-of-interest complications in pack investigations. His wolf status is documented in the public SEB registry, which I looked at once three months ago for reasons unrelated to anything current and which I filed and did not think about again until last night.

Instantly, Jeremy’s protective instincts took over. “Shit.” Jeremy shifted and sprinted after her, running as fast as his four legs could carry him. She was fast, but he gained on her quickly. She dodged left, then right, trying to throw him off her trail. Had he been any other wolf, she might have outmaneuvered him. But he wasn’t just any wolf. He was Jeremy Lennon, high commander of the Grey Wolf armies, and he’d made it his life’s work to be outplayed by no one.

Jeremy Jensen, better known to the werewolves as Arfak, was a scrawny man with a big mouth and a bad attitude. Despite his small size and unimpressive appearance, the man was surprisingly strong. In the town, he had a reputation for trouble making. Among the wolves, he had a reputation for... other things. He had a great tendency to avoid work, and because of his position among the wolves, he rarely had need of it. There were always some among the Omegas ready to serve the Delta, even as men.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

There was a hint of gloating in the eyes of the beta of the gray wolf clan, although outwardly he looked absolutely indifferent to what was happening. Certainly… I'm now officially anyone's doormat! I was just about to open my mouth to give out at least something that could express the whole gamut of emotions overwhelming my consciousness like an avalanche, when Ian again indicated that I would now live by his rules. Letting go of my elbow, the black wolf bared his teeth, turning towards Vadim. The only thing she managed to catch was just one single menacing roar, and a moment later the beta of the gray wolf clan collapsed along the opposite wall. And something told him that he wouldn’t be a

He was sniffing the air and looking left and right. Before I could ask him what the matter was, he lifted me again and started running through the woods. "Where are we going?" I asked, but I didn't need to wonder about why we were running anymore when I heard them coming. We got to a clearing in the woods that had a tiny cave. Oscar placed me in it and shifted back to his werewolf form. In less than two minutes, the other wolves had arrived. "Hand that girl over, Alpha Wilde." I heard one of them say. I knew now that the blonde knew him well because she called him Alpha too. His full name must have been Mr Alpha Oscar Wilde. I wondered why he hid the Alpha part.

I instantly pushed the dead man off me and sprinted away as Alex threw the vertebrae away and held off the other three wolves, one of whom looked like he wouldn’t get too far as a bloody puddle formed under him and he eventually turned human, dropping to the ground. Alex continued fighting the other two wolves, but I could tell that they’d gotten him pretty bad. Patches of his white fur were crimson and matted. Something from within gave me a renewed energy, seeing my mate like that. My blood boiled at what these assholes had done to him. I knew I was either insane or dumb as a rock, with close to no training, but I couldn’t stand to the side and allow them to continue hurting him.

The wolf tilted his head to the side but remained silent, his eyes transfixed on mine. A shiver went down my spine and I wrapped my arms around myself, taking a small step forward. His eyes glowed intelligently, hinting at his ability to understand the words that came from my lips. If he could understand though... that would mean that he's a... It couldn't be...