Alpha Wolf Looking At Moon Novels & Stories

Only the rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl. Then he saw them. Eyes glowing in the moonlight. Not one pair. Many. Wolves. But these were not normal wolves. They stood taller, shoulders broader, muscles rippling under thick fur. And in the middle, the biggest one of all. Its fur was dark as midnight, eyes burning gold. The alpha.

The forest explodes around us. They come out of the shadows in blurs of motion. Not animals. Not trained wolves either. Rogues. Their movements are jerky, hungry, and desperate, but fast too fast. Five of them. Surrounding us before I even take a full breath. Jaxon’s growl rips through the night, a sound that makes the hair rise on the back of my neck. Half human, half wolf, all Alpha. “Stay behind me.” My instincts scream to listen. To obey. But stubbornness surges hotter. I grab a fallen branch, wrapping both hands around it like it’s a sword.

Red moonlight poured through the tall windows, making the wooden floors look like they were covered in blood, just like the full moon high in the sky. Wolves of all ranks—betas, older wolves, and the few omegas—stood together, feeling uneasy, waiting for the monthly full-moon ceremony. Their breaths made white clouds in the cold air, and the soft sound of fur rubbing against stone floors broke the low hum of talk. Alexander Grey stood at the back, as usual, trying to be unseen, to hide in the shadows. But he knew the pack was watching him, judging him, quietly laughing behind their hands.

My heart pounded painfully against my chest, knowing we might not survive this, I closed my eyes and whispered a prayer to the Moon Goddess. “Please help us, let us survive." The moment I opened my eyes again, a familiar scent—chocolate, cedarwood, and lemons reached me At that moment, the forest shook as a massive gray wolf exploded from the tree line. Silver-gray fur flashed beneath the moonlight, as his shoulders towered above the rogues. Power rolled off him in unmistakable Alpha waves. Right behind the rogues, Dominic stood in all his Alpha glory. While two other wolves followed closely behind him.

However, his progress was halted when a massive wolf leapt in front of him, its jaws gaping and its eyes flashing with deadly intent. Alister's mind raced as he assessed the situation. The wolf was clearly a beta, but that didn't mean it wasn't a formidable opponent. Its black coat was mottled with patches of fiery red fur, which seemed to glow in the light of the moon. Alister could sense the raw power emanating from the creature, and he knew he would have to be quick and decisive if he wanted to take it down.

Both were staring at me, neither one moving. The light in the clearing changed as both the sun and the moon moved high in the sky, the light of the moon on the smokey grey wolf, making his silver fur shine. The sun bright on the sunrise wolf, his fur golden and beautiful in the sunlight. Both were stark contrasts, mirror images of each other. The power of the forest thrummed heavier, almost feeding off the energy both wolves were giving off. I slowly sank to my knees, awed by the beautiful wolves. Awed but so confused and cautious. Why? Why am I always brought to the forest? Why do I see them? Who are they? I had so many questions and when I opened my mouth to ask them, the forest disappeare

Four white paws padded softly along the water’s edge, and the young werewolf was being extremely careful not to actually get his feet wet. Being a wolf was new to him, but he was determined not to let that show. He bent to lap gently from the water just as the full moon crested over the waterfall. The jet black fur on his head and back gleamed brightly as the moon rose high enough that her light slipped over the falls to illuminate the pool of water and the whole werewolf family at the bottom of it. The young wolf looked up at the moon, blinking his heterochromatic eyes, first the blue one and then the brown before he howled his greeting to the goddess.

The empty spaces where seven wolves once stood like a circle that couldn’t be broken. “They’re gone,” I say. “Gone how?” I think about that. About the moment the thread snapped. About the way everything just… stopped. “Unmade,” I answer. The word sits between us. Heavy. He studies me like he’s trying to see what that cost. I don’t help him. I don’t know how to explain something I barely understand myself. His gaze shifts upward. To the Moon. It’s still there. But it looks… farther. Smaller.

A lump of black fur formed a moon mark even on her wolf form, right below her perky ears, just like her human form. Zaden placed his palm, gently on the silver wolf's face to only cover 1/3 of it. The wolf suddenly huffed out a breath and shook its head, effectively moving Zaden a few steps back. She stood up with 4 legs and staled a bit to left and right before coming to a steady stand. Panting, she slowly opened her eyes and focused on Zaden, who is now awestruck. Pitch-black eyes with silver rims, staring dead at him. A beast by nature, that is as beautiful as the moon itself. Ironically, for someone who is so blessed by the Moon Goddess, she doesn’t believe in the superior power.

Luna, the resurrected omega, stood unmoved, her attention already drifting back to the crisis at hand, as if the Alpha’s internal earthquake was a minor distraction. Her wolf, he realized with a jolt. He could feel it now, not just smell it. It wasn't pacing or snarling defensively. It was observing him. A vast, calm, ancient presence looking out from behind her silver eyes, assessing him with the detached interest of a queen examining an interesting insect. The timid omega’s wolf had been a cowed, sorrowful thing. This… this was a sovereign.