An Unexpected Wolf Rank Novels & Stories

It was a wolf. I had to look around , and take steps backwards as I didn’t know the whereabouts of the wolf. “Elijah!” I called out to him, hoping he was nearby so he could help me out, but there was no response from him. Out of nowhere, a big wolf jumped right before me, snarling and looking so wicked. “Please don’t hurt me.” I pleaded as I looked into the wolf’s eyes. It had yellow eyes which was actually for a particular rank in the wolf kingdom, but I didn’t know what rank Regardless, whether a low rank or not, it was still a wolf, and it could hurt me beyond what I can ever imagine.

How can my wolf be special when it is so small? I glance at my alarm clock next to my bed shaking my head. It is almost midnight and still, I cannot fall asleep. My parents were so proud of me today but all I want to do is crawl into a deep dark hole and disappear. Today was my graduation where we receive our ranks. I guess it is different now than when my parents were in school. I guess back then the ranking ceremony meant more than it does now. Your rank was what decided who you could mate and marry with. Now though it just gives you a starting point. Like what jobs you can hold within the pack. Me, I ranked as a Delta. Which is only one rank above an Omega, how depressing.

"Oh my god... It's huge!" "I know right?! Look at its fangs!" I squinted my eyes at the large brown rogue, observing its blood stained fangs. Finally, I caught a glimpse of its dark incisors. Judging by its dark blue fangs, it was at least a B-rank. A wolf's rank can be determined by the color of its incisors. The scale ranges from white–the weakest, to indigo–the strongest. All pups start at white. Omegas like me can only reach pink at best, while betas can get to blue, which is rare. Alphas can achieve the highest indigo fangs. My teeth are still white, the same as the pups.

she said, and I waved at her in response. Alone in my room, my thoughts turned to my life as a half-rank wolf. With an alpha Dad and an omega mom, our existence was considered an abomination by our society, neither fully high-ranked nor fully low-ranked. The high wolves would despise us for having our blood mixed with the slaves, while the slaves would treat us the same for being above them despite having the same blood. It was like we had no place in this world.

I also got a better view of his Wolf Mark, as I hadn’t seen much of it under the collar of his shirt last night. It was of a howling wolf head with a paw print wrapped around it. His Mark was black, as most Alpha wolves had. There was a color rank to a mark, with black at the top of the list. The next was red, followed by blue, green, orange, and yellow.

“You can’t just say that. I know the rules, okay? I know that the Luna has to stay in the pack house with the Alpha. I know that the Luna has to be a part of the blood blond so she can mind-link with everyone. It’s for safety. It’s for power. It’s for whatever other fucked up reason they have come up with, and there isn’t anything anyone can do to change that.” “But maybe you can.” Doren motions to me. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” I glare at him. “Roo, you are the first wolf that I have ever met, that I have ever heard of, that has special abilities outside of an alpha. I haven’t ever heard of there being a white wolf alive in over 3 centuries. Everything about you is an excepti

I stopped as his side glared intensified with a touch of his wolf's eyes. Oh crap! I really am asking for a death wish. "I can never be wrong. I smelled your scent and it is you, who will be my mate and luna to the pack of Shadow howl." He said with a different tone that held superiority and made my legs jelly in fear. "I- um..." His eyes were golden and that meant his wolf was out. That isn't a good sign for any wolf and I'm just a human. Alpha wolves hate it when someone challenges them, especially someone from a low rank and I'm probably rank lower than that, definitely under the rock.

Rowan POV. "Now shift baby," I say my heart beating insanely, I tried to connect to my mate, to tell him what was going on, but he was busy with the other two wolves, and he kept on ignoring me. I'll show Aiden tonight, I'll ignore him back and we'll see what he thinks about being ignored by his mate. The small white wolf standing in front of me made me smile, a white wolf, an Omega, the rarest of the rarest wolves out in the world, there are only five of them in the whole world, and now he's the sixth one.

Next follows the warriors and then the Elders, then the Omegas and, finally, at the bottom of the ranks in the werewolf world, are the Rogues. The Rogues, she reads from the memories of her wolf, are the wolves stripped of any wolf rank and banished from the pack, usually banned from joining another pack. She learns that being declared a Rogue is the worst thing that can happen to any werewolf, and that an Alpha can only turn to such a punishment after all have failed, or the wolf has betrayed the pack in a manner beyond forgiveness. Emily strongly hopes she will never have to face any incident that will require her to declare any wolf as a Rogue.

“Of course, you know how being a late bloomer sucks the life out of you. What makes this new?” “It’s getting worse. And If care is not taken, anything might happen. She is worried sick about what it might mean. You know what I mean, being without a wolf for the rest of your life. If she is unable to shift and find her mate before the Carmella, she would be banished or married off to churn up hybrids for some Western beast” “It doesn’t mean shit. She only reads too much into things. She should wait. I know how it feels, I felt the same way while waiting for that beast of a man. Remember?’’