Aphmau Aaron Wolf Novels & Stories

On the evening of the third moon, my communicator picks up a secure frequency that takes my wolf completely by surprise. Amara is the one on the other side of the line. "Morning, Rapha! I hope your wolf is up and shining bright in the master den!" Amara sounds like absolute sunshine, as if his entire reputation hadn't been dragged through the dirt by a massive mafia scandal just three suns ago. Either his wolf has done some serious internal reflection in his dark cell, or he is simply way better at masking his wounds than anyone gives him credit for. I had fully expected the boy to hide in the shadows for a long time after the recent disaster, so I am highly surprised at how quickly he made

Aaron’s blood now splattered against the wall, adding color to the morbid design that his head was creating on the glass. “BROTHER! You’re KILLING HIM! Aaron! AARON! Talk to me! MA’HERON, don’t MAKE ME GO WOLF on you! PLEEEAAAASSSE!!!” Diwa said, enraged at her dearest brother while worried sick for her beloved mate. DAMN IT AARON, LET ME OUT! I CAN DEFEND YOU, PLEASE! ALLOW ME TO FIGHT IF YOU WON’T! yelled Aaron’s own wolf inside his head.

I lost control over myself again. My body ran and leaped towards Aaron. I'm seeing him from a bloody lens. He's dangerous, like how I saw Luna Asfara before I killed her. I needed to stop myself before I could make the same mistake again, but I felt so powerless over my wolf. I don't want to see Aaron die in my own hands, but I can't even close my eyes.

Amoux walked back and forth while he was looking at the clock in the middle of the pack house. He counted the time since Leah went to her office alone to talk to Alpha Brandon. He irritably took the glass of water that he got so he could calm his nerves. “Hey! Are you here because of Leah?” Amoux's forehead creased when he heard Adam ask him. It looks like even though he lied, Adam still knew the truth. He realized that his father was right, some wolves could see someone's memory, and that's why he was sure that Adam was one of those gifted wolves.

One wolf steps forward anyway — slow and deliberate, tall and thick-shouldered, a blade hanging loose from his hand. “Let the mutt fight.” Aaron doesn’t spare him a glance. “No.” The wolf smirks. “Scared he’ll die?” A few chuckles break out. Aaron’s eyes flick toward him — sharp as a blade. Silence drops heavy across the yard. “I’ll fight.” Aaron’s head turns. “No.” “Let me.” Aaron steps closer, voice low. “You don’t have to.” “I want to.” Aaron exhales once through his nose. "Nyra will skin me alive if you die out here."

Aaron said in a stern voice, his face went serious as well and he looked at her dead in the eyes and said with all seriousness, "I know how much it means to you and I am not going to lie about something like this. I have been giving you medicine in order to heal, you to help you get your wolf back." Amber felt like the ground under her feet had vanished when she heard this and she swallowed. She became extremely quiet and sat down on the bed, "I can really have my wolf back?" Aaron slowly sat down behind her and very carefully grabbed her hand, at first he was hesitant, but when Amber didn't take her hand back Aaron gave her hand a squeeze and said, "yes, you can. I am going to help you get

"Where were you before?" "A human." The handsome man let out a laugh. "That's really awesome. How has the transition been?" "Not as easy as I'd hoped," she said. "I remember when it happened to me. It was pretty rough." "You're a turned wolf?" Clara was surprised. "I went camping for a weekend back in the eighties. An outcast attacked, killed all my friends and left me for dead." "And you're an alpha?" Clara thought about James' comments about turned wolves. She didn't think one could rise in the ranks.

"Child, you and your wolf have survived a very traumatic event. You have partially shifted in a moment of fear and anger. Shifting fully may be too much to ask of your wolf so soon. Let us try one more time." Alpha paused and then continued, "Quiet your mind. Listen to the wisdom of your pack, Celia. Your wolf is safe and welcome, today or at the future time of her choosing. You are of Moonless Night." I tried to stop myself from thinking about disappointing my family, about being an embarrassment. I tried to find the barrier in my mind. Maybe if I stepped through it to my wolf's side, she would see that I did care about her. I could feel the auras of our Alpha and Luna, power and strength f

Aaron strongly believed that the monster must have been the werewolf that infected him, causing him to transform, which was curse rather than a blessing, and that could be the reason why he can't control the wolf's spirit. However, the teacher was still waiting for Aaron to speak, but he was taking too long. Lost in his thoughts, she called out to him, bringing him back to the present. He looked at her with one eye, signaling his attention. "Do you still not want to talk about your family?" she inquired. Aaron nodded gently, absentmindedly scraping the table with his fingernail. "Talking about them only brings back painful memories," he replied softly, his voice filled with sorrow.

They actually listen to her like they understand. “ Is that a wild wolf?” the Detroit Alpha asks. Luther laughs “ Yes, it is.” Luther explains how spelled wild wolves have been sent out to kill Lexi. The first set were all killed but Lexi insisted as many as possible be kept alive. Luther told the Alpha that with a witch and Lexi’s help the spell had been removed and Lexi was just keeping them here until they were fully healthy again. “ Oh no, mister. Don’t try to act all sweet with me. You need to apologize to Aaron.” Lexi said. Aaron came running up “ Lexi, I’m so sorry.” he panted.