An Unexpected Wolf Rank Novels & Stories

When they weren't breaking any rules by being on no man's land, they were also extremely hostile. I had tried countless times to just speak to them, to get answers. It wasn't normal for so many rogues to be in one area, and their numbers were growing by the day. Rogues usually had a wild and territorial side that didn't like other wolves, even other rogues near them. Once a wolf went fully rogue, whether by choice or from banishment, its animal would start to take over. Even if they chose to live among humans in unclaimed territory, the lack of a pack would weaken them until either their wolf died or their wolf overpowered their human counterpart.

" Timberwolves are also grays in the Northeast." "I don't know about other kinds of lupus garous." Ravena made a move toward the window. "Normally, we don't go looking for other packs unless someone is looking for a mate, and even then, many end up finding rogues." But neither do we record the history of our lines. It's far too hazardous. We only know what has been passed down verbally from generation to generation." Carol stroked the bandage around her neck. "What kind of person am I?"

With a single movement, the ancestral wolves were thrown aside and Akiner's neck was squeezed by the shadow. The wolf gasped, trying to break free from the grip, but fortunately, he was unsuccessful. His eyes widened in fear as he heard Kallias' loud, deep, intimidating voice. “You think too highly of yourself, wolf. Do you think that because we have an agreement, you can do whatever you want?” The alpha's cry echoed everywhere. ‘Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are to mess with my family?’ He said, causing the spheres to shatter.

Cyrus, the largest grey wolf, stepped towards us and bent his head, revering our newest member. Esmerelda followed my gaze and was startled. She tried to get up but kept falling down, unable to coordinate her four legs. Her whines and whimpers tugged at my heart. Cyrus took another step, and Magnus howled long and soulfully, freaking her out. Terror consumed her as she adjusted and flew on top of a granite boulder. She looked at me in utter betrayal before leaping off the rock and sprinting effortlessly over the line of wolves. Her white fur streaked against the dark green mountainside as we all paused in awe.

I muttered under my breath. That family was really something else. I couldn’t even stay mad at Halle anymore. But still, I couldn’t ignore the fact that the rest of the pack members would go crazy if they discovered that Halle didn’t have a wolf. She was technically their Luna. And they wouldn’t want someone without a wolf to lead them. They just didn’t have to find out about it. “What are you going to do with me?” Halle’s voice trembled, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and remorse.

I always wondered why there are no black wolves in the modern world. More precisely, why I have not yet come across one. After all, my inner beast is a black wolf. And the answer was simple - I'm from another world, the world of magic and sorcery. Also, the gift of fire flows in my veins, and after traveling to the universe of my ancestors, I was finally able to curb it. It was only after visiting the house of my grandparents that I managed to truly learn how to control my flame. Now I will no longer allow you to wipe your feet on me, because my strength is in no way inferior to the strength of any alpha male. The frightened puppy is a thing of the past and, if necessary, I will force everyo

“I do not need to remind you what's going to happen, you are a good student. The wolves will say I am the weakest omega in the pack, and that will mean my expulsion. Because that's what I am, the weakest.” “Oh, Lysa, I am so sorry.” Rosset burst into tears as she realized she could no longer lie to me. “I love you so much, sister.” “Do not worry about it, do not tie yourself to me, you know what will happen.” I closed my eyes and imagined the scenario. Since time immemorial, the wolves of the pack have chosen different ranks to measure each other's skills. The alpha animal was always the strongest and the beta animal the second strongest.

I said, and he nodded. "I am doing this with Racheal," he said with a smirk. "Same with Cindy. She passed out when she claimed me and woke up after," Kevin said, and I realised it was always difficult for a lesser ranking wolf breed to claim a higher ranking wolf breed. I kept the note to myself. "We need to deal with these bastards. Because something tells me we would have the time of our lives here." Randolph said, determined and angry.

During the entire time the alpha has been in charge, no one has transferred to other packs, but we have received new members in the past recent years. Each rank is marked with a tattoo on the right wrist in the color of your level. All youngsters under the age of sixteen are unranked wolves. And there I was. A woman of almost eighteen, without a wolf, mate, or rank. What a failure! ------------------------------------- In a hotel room… “Eric! Oh honey! When will you stop being friends with Isabella? Every day I feel you take further away from me.” Juliette speaks, making a sad face, while crawling on the bed, placing herself on top of him.

Then there is the whole matter of presenting myself as a high-ranking wolf, not a slave. There is a lot of pressure, and I’m not sure there are enough books and lessons to help me catch up. Most of the high-ranking wolves are raised from birth to take over their positions. Alphas, Betas, Gammas, and high-ranking females destined to be their mates are all raised to be proper wolves to fill their roles. That’s not me, and everyone is going to know that. I’m a nameless wolf, a rogue slave who just happened to be mated to an Alpha. Is anyone even going to buy that we are fated mates?