Can Wolves Retract Their Claws Novels & Stories

His breathing slowed. Slowly, impossibly, the monstrous wolf leaned into me. The claws retracted back into his hands. His jaw closed. The red faded out of his eyes until they were only dark again. He pressed his chin against my head and exhaled a long, ragged breath, as if for the first time all night he could breathe.

Some of them just began their journey so they still had a lot to learn. “Oh please, we are werewolves, we have never needed any weapons to fight. Our claws are sharp enough to inflict very deadly injuries,” Another chipped in. “It still doesn’t match with the new weapons Damian made. They are such beautiful creations, and make killing very easy too. Some of our young wolves haven’t mastered retracting and protracting their claws. Some find the process very painful. This is just an addition to what we already possess,” Another said. There were loud murmurings amongst them and I closed my eyes, irritated by the noise. They noticed this and immediately, the noise died down.

Six are charging straight to me and around ten to my right. I charge toward the six oncoming wolves and take out the smaller numbers first. Remembering my one-to-one training with Jasper, I prepare my claws and position my hands ready. I dart to the side to run between two wolves, my palms facing upwards; I dig my claws into the soft spot underneath their jaws and grip tightly. I swing my legs backwards to gain momentum and thrust forwards using the force I have gathered to pull my arms back. I hear a stomach-turning and sickening tear as the wolves yelp.

The wolves retreated. The black wolf sniffed around for any intruders but couldn't detect any. Just before it could decide it's next move, a ray of sunlight hit it's face and it's blue eyes widened in realization of it's predicament: Dawn was approaching!! A cracking sound was heard as the wolf crouched down in pain. Its fur began to shed revealing a human skin beneath.Its sharp fangs shrank back to human sized teeth and its claws receeded to fingernails.

She growled angrily at him and when he looked at her and she saw the huge lines of her claws on his beautiful face, she felt bad immediately and even heard her wolf whimper in pain for him. Nightwalkers are good at healing speedily but even a wound from wolf claws would take days to heal completely. They had been taught so in school and she had seen an experiment as well when they had captured one and experimented on him. Their claws are deadly to them just as nightwalkers fangs are deadly to them. A bite from them always takes days to heal and if too deep, a weak wolf would die from the pain before it fully heals.

The first claw touched the ground just as I took a sharp breath. The fifteen wolves didn't give me time to think. They lunged simultaneously, like a savage wave sent to tear and rip. "How did so many wolves slip past security?" I growled. I spun my body, dodging to the right, letting two pass by, then knocking one down with a spinning kick. The others came from the opposite side, fangs bared, claws raised. I pushed my body backward, then ducked as one of them jumped too high and collided with the tree trunk behind me.

Tears rolled down his face. The ring of wolves around him glanced at each other and moved in closer. A black wolf with a notched ear cocked his head, moved forward slowly and used his nose to push the rogue onto his back. He growled when the Beta didn't move fast enough. The black wolf stared at the his eyes. He looked away and laid on his back, pulling his head back to bare his throat. The black wolf opened his mouth and held the male by the neck. He growled and bit down enough to keep hold and shook his prey who remained absolutely still.

Blood stained the forest floor. I ducked beneath another swipe and drove my elbow into an attacker's jaw. The wolf stumbled backward. Instead of retaliating recklessly, it retreated two steps… Waiting. Watching. Calculating. Why? If they outnumbered us, why weren't they pressing the advantage? My answer came a second later. A long, piercing howl echoed from somewhere deep within the forest. Every attacking wolf froze. Then, as if responding to a single command, they withdrew at the exact same moment. Within seconds, they disappeared into the darkness. The clearing fell silent. The sudden retreat made my skin crawl.

I stepped forward, wolf coiling, senses heightened. They moved like dancers in the twilight, fluid and silent. I caught the glint of silver teeth in the fading sun, the curve of claws ready to strike. But Nut had anticipated them, setting the traps we had discussed. The first wave faltered, tripping over concealed spikes, claws snapping as they tried to adjust midair. Their growls echoed against the remnants of walls, and I could sense their fear. Even the bravest wolf hesitated when confronted by a trap you didn’t see coming.

He was already taking down one of the intruders with precise strikes, muscles coiled and lethal. I growled in acknowledgment, swinging my claws through another attacker. Each move sent sparks across the ice. Flames licked the edges of the rink’s boards. Wolves scrambled to safety, but I could see panic in their eyes. This was not just a fight—it was a message. And the intruder was watching.