Are Wolves Scared Of Thunder Novels & Stories

I gripped my hands together on my chest tightly, eager with anticipation. A few moments later, heart racing, loud thumping of ground started like there was an earthquake. Then the fast, lightning speed sight of impossibly large wolves came into our sight. Alpha Alessio arched his neck to look closely as the wolves seemed to be getting closer to us from far away, and then… it was entertaining to see the way his mouth dropped in wonder and his eyes widened when he realised the reason for the thumping under our feet.

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.

The only difference between them apart from size was that Fenrir’s wolf had turquoise eyes, while Beki’s irises were cerulean blue. My wolf pressed against our bond and gave Fenrir a happy bark. He inhaled a deep breath, shifting the air currents, and barked so deep and low that it penetrated my bones to the marrow. My nerves jangled, the lining of my stomach trembled, and I had to clamp my teeth together to stop them from chattering. The second bark was loud enough to shatter my eardrums. Every scorpion hovering above us exploded into creatures the size of locusts, making everyone flinch.

The wind howled across the high ridges of Mooncrest Valley, rustling through the forest canopy like whispered warnings. Clouds—dark and bloated—rolled in from the north, masking the moon’s gentle glow. A storm was coming, not just from the skies, but in the hearts of every wolf standing in the valley below.

The rolling thunder of thousands of giant wolf paws hitting the ground. The snapping of branches. The swaying of trees. River's wolf lowers his head. "Here they come!" He links to everyone. Then the first wolves of Torrents army burst out of the trees. Barking, snarling, drooling. Running fast. Wave after wave. Pouring out of the trees. If there wasn't a real threat of death it would have been an impressive sight. But it was a thing of nightmares. There were so many.

I exhaled smoke toward the ceiling and watched it curl and dissolve. ‘She could get pneumonia. She could die out there. She’s wolfless, her immune system is basically human, one night in the cold could—‘ Good. It’s none of my business if she gets drenched. Or sick. Or dies. Thunder cracked directly overhead, a massive, splitting boom that vibrated through the walls. Elara was scared of thunder. Don’t ask me how I knew that. I knew it the same way I knew she favored her left hand when she was nervous. The same way I knew her heartbeat sped up when I entered a room before she even saw me.

He was close… Too close. Then he stopped. My heart was breathing so loud I was sure he’d hear it. His voice dropped, soft, taunting, crawling into my ears. “You think I can’t smell you?” I froze. He was right. Wolves didn’t need eyes in the dark. They didn’t need footsteps to follow. They could smell you. And I was bleeding, scratched raw by branches and stones. My blood would be a beacon. I swallowed hard, choking on fear that clawed at my throat.

“Because fear makes us reckless. Eryndor wants us to tear ourselves apart before his hounds arrive. I won’t give him the satisfaction.” Mireya’s jaw worked, but no words came. For once, silence lay heavy between them. In the distance, thunder rolled—not from storm, but from something deeper. Serenya’s breath caught, and she saw Mireya’s head snap toward the horizon at the same time. It wasn’t thunder. It was drums. Slow. Heavy. Marching closer. The sound sent a tremor through the wall beneath their feet. Wolves lifted their heads from every corner of the courtyard, ears straining, eyes wide. Guards gripped spears tighter, knuckles white.

"Step aside, Phantom. This is pack business." "No." The word hung in the air. Absolute. Final. Thorne's hand went to his blade. "I said—" I moved. One second I was standing still. The next I was in front of him, claws at his throat. He hadn't even seen me move. No one had. "You want to know why wolves fear me?" I asked quietly. Only he could hear. "Because I'm faster than you can think. Stronger than you can imagine. And I've killed things that make Alphas look like children."

She didn’t trust her wolf around him. “Relax, baby. You don’t want to freeze to death, do you?” Mason inquired, spreading his arms. “And even if you scream, no one will hear, these windows are soundproof.” “I’m warning you. Stay away,” Amber muttered, eyes down. Raven trembled inside her, torn between fear and warmth. A brutal flash of lightning split the sky, then a thunder explosion shook the entire parking lot. The storm roared like wolves in battle. Boom. Boom. Boom.