Black Wolf Of The Family Novels & Stories

one of the wolves behind him said, and moved closer to him. Christian watched the large brown wolf as it got close to him, waiting for him to explain what he had just said about his father. "What do you mean?" he finally asked the large brown wolf. "Your father who says he's an Alpha is not," the wolf said. "It's only a title he walks around with, nothing more. He is not a good ruler and the pack he rules is yours. Every wrong he has done to your pack affects your wolves, but you are too blind and foolish to see it," he said.

The red stone warmed my palm with its warmth. “Still, I will not give up in search of my family,” he muttered under his breath, looking at the image of a black wolf in his hand. “Father, I will find you, wherever you are…” I was still sure that he was in this world. So I must find him, especially now that I know what he looked like!

“Your family must really not love you.” I roll my eyes. “Does that not spell danger for you instead? It’s your pack against my family’s army.” And if Deyanira is spearheading the attack… this will not end without blood being spilled. He shrugs. “You’re humans. We’re werewolves. There’s a significant strength difference.”

I’ll have to find an outlet before Azell becomes too frustrated. As early evening drew in Rae shoved us all out the room so she could help Iris bathe and clean up. We didn’t want to leave but knew she needed some rest and relaxation, Eric and Finn decided to go to the pack grounds cinema they had made many friends since being here and went there quite regularly. I decided to take Azell for a run with Will to try and relax my thoughts. Azell was a huge black wolf, strong and if I do say so myself beautiful. Most alphas have huge wolves it’s in our DNA. Will’s wolf only slightly smaller than mine but was more common in colour. He was a grey wolf with white specs. Interestingly all my family we

“Mother. What’s his weakness?” Mother. He said it. Out loud. Claimed it. The pack hears. The fracture seals. One millimeter. “Sybil didn’t say,” I admit. “But if he’s like Clay, like Cael... emotion triggers it. Rage. Grief.” I look at the Redfang wolves. “What makes him feel?” The lead Redfang wolf steps forward. The one who dropped the heart. He shifts. Man. Scarred. No name given. “Family,” he says. Voice like gravel. “He hunts family. He lost his. Now he takes others.”

“That fat idiot claimed you in the middle of a pack gathering,” Fraser sputters. “She made it everyone’s business.” My chest rumbles, but it’s not my wolf. He’s given up on freedom, so he’s lounging on his haunches, licking the spot where his leg meets his crotch. In general, my wolf has no time for the family. He can outrun, outfight, and outhunt them all, so he basically sees them as dumb animals too slow and weak to bother with. He’s not far off base.

I keep telling myself that I won't die. I can't die in the mountains, where scavengers would scatter my bones, leaving them bleached in the rocks and scrub. I can't do that to my parents. My family would search for me, but I was well beyond our territory. My Mom would never know what happened to me. I know I'm choking on my blood on the side of a hill with an antler tine buried in my chest. I was strong, and I was stubborn. I was a damn Beta in my pack and one badass she-wolf.

I am not my family. Maybe I am somewhat, but I am not ruthless or a savage. Am I? I did agree to take Alaska as my bride, marry her and have a child with her. That child will belong to the Larringer wolf pack. Alaska has to give her firstborn to my family. Maybe I am just as ruthless as my family. I did agree to cause her harm.

“How?” I sat back. “So. My wolf is a direct descendant of the first family, and my witch’s line comes from the oldest in the area. Actually.” I closed my eyes and remembered the memory. “The first family of wolves was created by the son of the witch.” “What?” My dad cut in.

“If you ever mate a human, protect her better than 87 Laurann Dohner I have my Ellie. I’m going home now. I hate leaving her for more than a few hours.” He stomped out of the office. “Shit.” Tiger sighed, slumping in his chair. “I don’t envy him the conversation they are about to have. This is why I swore off women from the outside. They come with nosy families who seem to cause more trouble than having those associations are worth. It makes me feel lucky that we don’t have parents.”