An Unexpected Wolf Rank Novels & Stories

Now finding out that there were ulterior motives made it harder to ignore. “I can’t believe my uncle would do this. No that’s not entirely true. I can believe that he’s capable of doing this. But I don’t understand why. What am I to him other then a responsibility he doesn’t want?” “Well, if what I can see in the treaty. The Vagas Moon Pack promised to provide any who reside the area that for special treatment they’d provide access to their blessed moon wolf. Now if my knowledge of legends is correct. A moon wolf is a seer like a direct connection to the moon goddess and other gods. A moon wolf is solid white. You are the only solid white wolf in the pack correct? I know we don’t have any.”

Stay with me here, I know I am overloading you with a ton of information about us, but it all will make sense in the end. Werewolves live in packs, and a hierarchy system rules the pack. The strongest werewolf is the leader of the pack and is called Alpha. His mate, and equal, is called Luna. They are the head of the pack. The second in command is the Beta, the third Gamma, and so on. You get the idea. They all help lead the pack, but the Alpha is always the last to have the final say. The werewolves whose connection with their inner wolf is weak, or are unable to shift, are called omegas. They are the lowest rank of the pack. Most of them work as servants. There are regular pack members su

With each lesson, I knew that I would uncover the depths of what it truly meant to be a werewolf, unraveling the mysteries andexploring the extraordinary beauty that lay within. Freda's eyes lit up with a renewed focus as she prepared to dive into the captivating topic of werewolf ranks. She adjusted her posture, exuding an air of expertise and a genuine enthusiasm to share her knowledge. "Now, Sandra, let us explore the intriguing world of werewolf ranks," Freda began, her voice resonating with authority and excitement. "Within a werewolf pack, there exists a hierarchical structure that ensures order, harmony, and unity among its members. This structure is defined by different ranks, each w

I sat on the windowsill, resting my head against the glass, staring at the tree line when James walked in. "Hey, Laila!" he greeted cheerfully. I didn’t turn my head. "I saw a big gray wolf. Was it a werewolf?" "Yeah. A pack member. No animal wolves live here," he replied, walking closer. "Aha. So your wolves come in different colors?" "Yep. Sometimes size and color show a wolf’s rank," he said, leaning down to kiss the top of my head. His arms caged me in on the windowsill. "For example?"

In the year 2021, Every Wolf in the kingdom of Katula had ranks starting from Alphas, the Betas, and Gammas down to the omegas. In most cases, the omegas were considered the lowest in rank but in the kingdom of Katula, there was something lower than an Omega. They were called the Rankless wolves. Wolves without no rank. They can either shift or communicate with their wolves. They were just wolves to be with no rank and because of this, they were used as nothing but slaves. Not different from humans because they had no wolf.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

"You are so big when in your wolf form. Is that how all of you are?" "No, Alisa. We differ in ranks just like real wolves do. There are Omegas, Betas, and the ultimate Alpha. All our females are Lunas, and those cast away from the pack are wolves. These ranks also dictate our size. I am a Beta wolf, and bigger than all Omegas and Lunas who are roughly the same size while being smaller than the Alpha." "Does that mean the Betas are second in rank?" "Yes. Any one of us can become the next Alpha if the present one dies."

Nova’s wolf explains rank systems better than I do. Before I could even respond, my mind was suddenly flooded with two more voices. Nova sounded shocked. Sloane, how in the hell are you pulling both me and my wolf into your head at the same time? My wolf laughed proudly. Because we’re special. Nova’s wolf let out a deep wolfish chuckle. Okay, so let’s explain this properly. According to the Moon Goddess, the ranking system is Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta, Zeta wolves are rare which are usually war generals, then Omegas, then last are regular-degular pack wolves.

“If they’re hunting the Adele’s blood, they’ll go for him next.” Bram nodded once and left down the stairs. The wind cut across the stone. The moment he kissed returned in full force making us alone in this wind, warm and dangerous. I could feel my wolf leaning toward him even while the rest of me tried to pull away. “You shouldn’t have done that,” I said. “The pack already calls me a witch. If the elders hear about this, they will use it against us.” “Let them.” Rowan’s voice was low. “I am already losing the kingdom. The army is at the pass. The mania is eating what’s left of my mind. The only thing that still feels real is this.”

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.