Are Wolves Afraid Of Thunder Novels & Stories

Rosie stiffens as she stares out the window. I follow her worried line of sight when another crack of thunder rumbles and lightning marches across the sky illuminating the trees. I can see a flash of wolves descending on us for a moment, and panic takes hold of me. There is no way Angus’ pack found us. Not yet. We have avoided roads and driving at all costs, sticking to the deep woods where I know they will be hesitant to look. Another crack and flash show the pack moving closer with each lightning strike. “Jacob,” I say calmly, calling him over.

*Growl* The wolf growled feeling the threatening aura; but there was a hint of familiarity within that aura that confused it. It left its cave and came outside, witnessing a darkened sky with numerous bolts of lightning dancing across the clouds. As the thunderous sounds gave birth to rain, the red eyes of the wolf lit up in surprise and joy. The rain that was born from this energy was deadly and dangerous. The trees that accepted this baptism of rain melted into nothingness as soon as they were touched by a few drops and every beast that was drenched by the waters died immediately after; but there was one beast that didn’t experience this.

Suddenly, she began to hear the howling of wolves, she stood and gasped for breath, what could be happening? Her heart was pounding in her chest as she heard the howling of the wolves coming closer, their eerie calls sending shivers down her spine. She felt her palms growing sweaty and her breath quickening as she saw the pack of wolves emerge from the darkness of the forest. They howled again, a sound that chilled her to the bone. Her eyes widened with fear as she saw their sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. She felt a cold sweat break out on her skin as the wolves began to circle her, their eyes locked onto her like prey.

I yelled, but before I knew it Kaden was flying around the road and landed on his back with a loud thud. Abruptly, a cacophony of snarls shattered the tranquility, tearing through the air like a piercing alarm. From the surrounding wilderness, two unchanged males and a pack of eight rabid wolves emerged, their eyes burning with a frenzied hunger that sent shivers down my spine. Fear gripped me, causing my heart to race, and I instinctively tightened my grip on belly but my palms slick with a sheen of sweat.

Visibility plummeted to near zero, and even Tristan's acute wolf senses struggled to penetrate the veil. The storm's fury intensified, and a flash flood swept through the valley, washing away tracks and scents. Tristan adapted, drawing upon his knowledge of the terrain and wolf behavior to navigate the chaos. Just when it seemed impossible to continue, a faint howl pierced the storm's cacophony. Tristan's heart racing, he followed the cry, his wolf instincts guiding him through the tempest.

Another flash of lightning— The closest corrupter turned his head. I shut my eyes. Please. Please keep going. Please don’t smell me. Please don’t— “She’s out here,” one snarled suddenly and my heart collapsed inside my chest. But then another strike of lightning hit the nearby ridge, startling the corrupted wolves. They flinched, recoiling from the brightness. “Storm’s worsening,” one muttered. “We lose her trail in this.” “No! Gregon will rip out our throats,” another protested.

I looked at Aiden and he just had a huge grin on his face. I was so upset and pissed off, because it was all Aiden's fault. He was just stood there smirking at me, so I sped up and charged right at him. Landon quickly shifted ready to fight me, but just before I got to them I let out an ear-piercing screech. I knew from their last reaction; wolves can't handle the high-pitched sound. All four of them instantly dropped to the floor screaming, and then fumbled about trying to quickly cover their ears.

The downpour began. I instinctively flinched, all the color draining from my face. I had a crippling fear of thunderstorms. When I was a pup, I was attacked by rogue wolves during a stormy night. The trauma had haunted me ever since. Wyatt knew this. During our first year together, to calm my fears, he held my shaking body and wrote a vow on a piece of paper: "I, Wyatt, swear on my wolf that for every thunderstorm from now on, I will hold Valerie in my arms and never let her face the dark alone."

I have never seen this side of when we met as wolves. Closing his eyes when the white wolf charged Rex, feeling not only the pain of that white wolf’s hits, but the emotional counter blows that the black and white wolf was forced to use in order to chip away at the white wolf’s wolf spirit, strength, and stamina, forcing the white wolf into exhaustion so he would phase back. Every time the two wolves collided, there was a impact of thunder to the air with no sound, and a flash of ice and black snow that swirled as their auras entangled with each other. Rex already knew the outcome to this battle.

At least not to me, maybe to others. "Wolves use howling to communicate with each other, and trust me when I say it gives you goosebumps." I nodded at Alastor, and just like we planned he started howling. It echoed off everything. It was a deep hollow sound. The females backed up their Alpha and howled with him, but you couldn't hear them over him. The group gasped in surprise and took plenty of photos and videos. I winked at Alastor, and it almost looked like he winked back. I'll have to write that down later.