Captain Wolfoo Novels & Stories

He places his sword on the ground and gently pulls Chaol's body from the sharp shard and laid him on the floor. "He's really gone..." the Captain murmured, somehow regretful that he did not get a chance to share a conversation with the moonchild. His Vaughn stared at his body and took a deep breath. "I cannot believe that he took all of those for us. And here I was thinking that he is the enemy of Chesterfawn, when all along there is another beast that framed him. Of all the mistakes I've done, this is the heaviest. I do not think the heavens will forgive me for what I have done."

Barton shouted, "You think the commander kept her just to make a doll? It's because she's also a werewolf. If you don't listen to me, you'll regret it! Until I find the werewolf, you won't be the captain anymore." Because of Barton's insults and threats, the captain grabbed Barton's collar; his eyes were bloodshot with anger; he gritted his teeth and said: "Don't challenge me. You have the right to stand in my place if you bring the body of the werewolves you imagined to me."

This cowboy wolf was none other than Jeremy Lennon, high commander of the Grey Wolf armies, infamous Grey Wolf warrior, and one of the fiercest wolves ever to live. Anytime one of the Wild Eight had returned to their compound near death’s door and clinging to a thread of life, this man had almost always been the one singularly responsible—and that didn’t begin to cover the damage he’d done to the Wild Eight through the information-gathering and patrolling schedules demanded of his men. If she’d thought his battle scars made him intimidating, the pair of eyes locking onto the bush she hid in, as if he saw straight through the shrubbery, chilled her more than the snow beneath her paws. Irises

“Running away to lift alone Captain? Or hoping I would follow?” I set the weights down. “Just clearing my head after that shit show out there. You played too loose again. Cost us the game.” He dropped his bag and moved closer. “Loose? I scored the only goal we got. You turned the puck over twice. Maybe stop pointing fingers.” I stood up fast. “I am the captain. It is my job to call it out. You charge in every time like you have a personal war going on. What is your deal Volkov? Why so angry all the time?”

“Decision points only.” Derek gave a small nod and skated off. Coach appeared at the end of the row after the next whistle. He held out a hand and Jax passed him the tablet. Coach scrolled through the timestamps and the notes, expression unreadable at first. Then he gave a short, professional nod. “Clean enough. Finish the last three and send the file to my tablet. Don’t add anything else.” “Got it.” Coach handed the device back and walked toward the bench without further comment. Jax returned to the remaining clips.

"You are not your father, Jaxson. You didn't do this. He abandoned you, and now he's trying to use you to clean up his bloody mess, but we are going to burn his empire to the ground. Together. Do you hear me?" Jaxson let out a ragged, broken exhale, burying his face deeper into my neck as his massive arms wrapped around my waist, holding me so tight it bruised, anchoring himself to my heartbeat like I was the only solid thing left in the world. He pressed a desperate, lingering kiss to my collarbone, his stubble scraping against my sensitive skin, before he finally pulled back, wiping his face with the back of his hand. The vulnerable, broken boy vanished, and the cold, calculating captain s

“Not Suarez. Me.” “I couldn’t. Marco begged me not to say anything, and I wasn’t going to break that just to save my own eligibility.” “I know.” Harrelson’s face, usually unreadable, softened into something almost like pride, buried deep under decades of gruffness. “That’s exactly why I didn’t push harder when you stonewalled the board. A kid willing to torch his own reputation to protect a teammate is exactly the kind of captain I want leading this team into a championship. I just wish you’d trusted me enough to let me help you do it smarter.”

Still hollering, he scrambles to his feet, backing out the door with his left hand gripping the wound on his right arm. “What the hell is going on here?!” the man I now know is Captain Elias hollers, sprinting down the hallway half-dressed. He catches a glimpse of Kordaway’s wound, and a knowing look comes to his eyes. “What the fuck have you done, Kordaway?” he demands. “I done nothin’,” Kordaway insists. “The bitch is crazy!” “You will not speak to one of my crew members with disrespect,” he hollers.

"What rumours?" The captain hesitated. Then finally said quietly, “That the Demon Wolf has returned.” The tavern became silent again. I slowly looked at Derek. His expression did not change. But something dangerous flickered behind his red eyes. The captain immediately added, “I’m not saying I believe it!” Derek said nothing. He simply turned and walked back toward the stairs. I hurried after him quickly. The moment we entered the room upstairs again, I shut the door behind us hard. My chest was rising too fast. “That man,” I whispered. “How did he do that?”

“Like he said, they were waiting for us. The area was riddled with traps, wolfsbane bombs and silver spikes.” A captain stepped forward, his gaze downcast. “They captured a few of us, my king.” This was far worse. The hunters would torture them. It would have been better had they been killed. “They won’t talk, my king. My soldiers would rather die than give out information,” the captain reassured me. “The only information I want Saul to know is that his daughter is now my mate and a werewolf.” I glared at my commander. “I expect all of you to be ready in the hour, and I want a full layout of their headquarters.”