Captain Wolfoo Novels & Stories

Franklin’s POV The rival captain was not a small man. He filled the doorway in the practical sense, broad through the shoulders, still in his match kit, and his expression was the particular expression of someone who has seen something they intend to get an explanation for and are not going to be redirected from that intention. Rydan and I both stood. The captain looked between us. Then he said, “Sit down.” It was the kind of voice that expected to be listened to. We sat.

James would rather lock a wolf up than let them choose to become an outcast. "I will do whatever you ask. I have a master's degree in art restoration, I don't know if that's practical for a wolf pack but it counts for something, right? I can also run really, really fast. I'm learning how to fight too, I'm pretty terrible, but I'm trying. Please I promise I will do whatever I can to be the best addition. I can't stay here, it's too dangerous for me. Please." Clara looked at him with pleading eyes. He thought about when he first spotted her this evening. She didn't look like she belonged.

The men rushed him, cheering and laughing. But when Victor stepped into the room, the energy drained instantly. The men froze, staring as if he were a two-headed snake. "Man, maybe all this smoke’s gone to my head, because I swear I’m not seeing the Captain right now," one said. "You’re not wrong, that is the captain," Aaron snickered. "Holy shit," Wyatt exclaimed. "I thought he was joking," "So did I," Knox muttered, drawing every head to him. "Well, I wasn’t," Victor replied, walking further in and stopping beside Knox.

Not stealing with fists, but setting the rules so others willingly delivered resources to your door. "Captain White, give the medicine to the medical team and the weapons to the patrol team." I tossed the gun back into the box. Captain White chuckled. "This really is power, Lord. We're rich." I looked at the darkening sky outside and did not smile. "Don't celebrate too early." I narrowed my eyes at a dark shape appearing on the distant horizon. "When the smell of meat spreads, wild dogs come running." The wild dogs arrived faster than expected. At dawn the next day, arrogant laughter echoed over Shallow Bay.

Thorne. Captain of the team that now owned my contract. The man whose championship trophy I'd stolen with a last-second, impossible goal three months ago. He looked even bigger up close, a mountain of muscle and simmering rage barely contained in a Vipers t-shirt and track pants. His ice-blue eyes locked onto mine, and the air grew thick, heavy with the promise of violence. "Valdez," he said, his voice a low growl that vibrated through the floor. "Welcome to hell."

The captain’s expression barely shifted, but I caught the way his fingers twitched. “Oh, Lord Alistair,” he said finally, his voice laced with forced civility. “Pardon me.” But the way he said it, there was no true apology. One of the guards shifted beside him. Another narrowed his eyes at us. The captain’s gaze flicked to me again, like he was trying to piece together a puzzle that didn’t fit. “And the werewolf?” Alistair exhaled sharply, clearly impatient. “As we said, this is Alpha Ragnor of the Bluefire Pack.”

Silas Marwood, the vile loan shark, was planning something unspeakable. Victor, the captain of the Supreme Vikings Confraternity, stood defiant despite the blood pooling around his fallen men. His red beret, adorned with the gold-plated “Eight Legs of Odin,” tilted slightly as he barked, “I’m the seventh captain of the Supreme Vikings, co-founded by Baron Cassian! Lay a hand on me, and your entire family, your generation, everything you hold dear will be obliterated!” His voice quivered, betraying his fear, though he masked it with indignation. The name Baron Cassian, a titan whose mere mention made men kneel, had always been his shield. It worked every time—until now.

Beowulf’s POV Once I met up with the officers and gave them the information on Raiha’s little hideout, which turned out to be a little far for a drive, the cops got together for a brief plan of action, led by their captain. To my relief, though the drive to the hideout is a little far and difficult for a car to get to, the werewolves will arrive at that destination in no time in a different route, and get started on their prep work.