Big Wolf Campus Novels & Stories

I could see the den from where I was, it was just a stone's throw away. I walked there and met Alex concentrating on something seriously. He seemed to have been practising some wolf skills. I stood and watched. He closed his eyes and stood still, making hair grow out from his face, hands, neck and leg without having to fully turn into a wolf. The view was fascinating. Perks of being a wolf. I wished I was one, apart from the part where they were always on the run because of the fear of being captured. "You're welcome to have a seat," he said as he released his fist and looked up like he was searching for something

He tugged himself under the blanket and pushed his body on me as he suddenly lay on chest and i laughed as I complained about his wet hair on my face. The big bulky werewolf is cuddling on me like a freaking baby as he rubs his head on me on purpose. I rest my palm on his head as I slowly massage his head as he let out a loud breath. I giggled at the sound. It’s truly weird how close we’ve gotted the past few days. But i’m getting more and more comfortable around him. “When are you going to graduate?” He asked.

I said and jogged out holding my pack back with my arm on my shoulder as I walked out. She gave me transport fare, heaven I won't use the bus because it will take me nothing less than 15 minutes to walk down to the school so I'm just going to trek down the road. Few minutes later. Right before me is the school, from the outside,I believe it's going to be awesome. I breathed out heavily and muttered in between my teeths "The Royal university here I come" (Moonstone Pack…… morning) It's a huge white wolf running around a large field that looks like he's angry because every step he takes shakes the old stadium concert ground.

BELLA: “Welcome, students from Howlstone Academy and Frost pack, to the ultimate werewolf hunting camp experience!” The camp director, a tall man brimming with charisma, announced through the megaphone. His enthusiastic greeting was met with groans from our bus. “I wish he would stop,” Ryder muttered, prompting me to lift my head from his shoulder.

The walls are adorned with digital displays showcasing the past achievements of Riverbay warriors, instilling a sense of pride and motivation. At the heart of The Elysium lies the expansive cafeteria, known as The Howling Hearth. Its design mimics the shape of a great wolf’s den, with rounded edges and high ceilings that create an inviting communal space. The cafeteria features a large, central cooking area where a rotating team of chefs prepares nutritious, gourmet meals tailored to the dietary needs of werewolves.

But in this modern wolf world, where high pack tokens and council certificates are king, my lack of both makes finding a good job completely impossible. I let out a heavy sigh. Whenever my mind hits this solid wall, I always remember the grand pack university I had been accepted into winters ago, and how my life took such a drastic, dark turn after that night in the alcove. It is a sad past my wolf prefers not to think about.

I finally buckled my seatbelt and started the car. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll let them live. For now.” She exhaled in relief. God. She really was adorable. The drive to campus took less than ten minutes. We pulled into the parking lot in front of the faculty building. A large stone sign stood near the entrance. Lupine Behavioral Sciences Institute Our wolf studies department. Students were already gathered outside. The moment my car rolled in, heads began to turn. Murmurs spread quickly. Mira noticed.

Not even a little. “Oh, I graduated from Silverpeak Institute of Wolf Studies,” he dropped casually. Grey physically flinched. I sucked in a sharp breath, my lips parting in a quiet gasp as I stared at Ivan. He'd said it like he was commenting on the weather and not admitting to having graduated from the most prestigious school in the wolf world. SIWS. A school so elite it only accepted ten students a year. Only the best of the best ever made it through those doors. “Wow,” I breathed. “That’s… that’s an achievement.”

Looking down, she saw the date at the top: June 16, 1763. ‘I saw the white wolf again. My goats nor dog pay it no heed. Perhaps they know this beast favors the flesh of man. I hear the screams at night and witness the yellow eyes in the trees. My dear Sally was taken two nights ago. The Indians say the wolf is our protector, that the evils of the forest are to blame for the dead. Maxwell says this wolf is of nightmares. He swears to have seen the beast stand on two feet and change into a man before his eyes on a hunt. I am starting to believe him. Footprints lead to wolf prints in the mud and no wolf is seen during the day. It only appears in the light of the moon.’

His wolf howls at her response, recognizing the instinctual pull between them. Riley watches the exchange with fascinated amusement, fully aware that she's witnessing something rare. As a Beta, she can smell the pheromones saturating the air but experiences them like catching a whiff of perfume rather than the full-body assault they inflict on Alphas and Omegas, but she doesn't need enhanced senses to recognize the electric current arcing between her new roommates.