Commander Wolffe Novels & Stories

Power rolled off him in waves, but it was comforting rather than intimidating. Apollo’s father remained silent. He eyed Amerie, not revealing his feelings or inner thoughts. “Tell me what I need to do.” Amerie said, surprised at how strong her voice came out. The world around her swirled again. The first Great Wolf laid in front of her in its wolf form, beaten and covered in blood but still snarling. Embertaurs surrounded him. One stepped out of the pack, larger than the others, and spoke to the Great Wolf in a gravelly voice that sent shivers down Amerie’s spine.

“There were twelve of us. Commander Harris and eight others should have returned to New York by now. The three of us who were captured didn’t fall back quickly enough when... when the werewolves attacked.” Thane eyed him dangerously. “No,” he said, his voice calm but cold. “You didn’t fall back quickly enough, you lingered to take down five of my own!” “It wasn’t me!” Wayne said quickly. “I swear, it wasn’t me. I hadn’t even fired my gun before I was floored by the werewolves.” Thane studied him for a while. “You said your commander would have gone back to New York by now?” “Yes, sir!” the man replied. And Thane couldn’t help but notice the emerging tone of respect.

The Dwarf Commander stopped his strolling now and had a tight scowl on his face as he gazed at the kneeling werewolves— who were still taller than him, by the way. He aimed his right hand at them and his eyes grew pitch black and instantly, all the kneeling werewolves dropped to the ground, dried and dead. All seventeen of them! Impulsively, I inched forward but felt Andrea’s grip on my arm holding me put. I looked at her and the look on her face told me to control myself and my emotions. This was no time to get defiant. I settled back my footing and the crowd cheered for the Supreme Commander who was making his way back to his throne chair.

Dad and Jacob seemed emotionless as they took everything in. “How many are in his crew?” Jacob asked. “Five,” Torin answered. Jacob looked at him and asked, “two rogue wolves and three humans?” “Yeah.” “One of the rogues has a broken claiming mark on his neck?” Jacob asked. “That’s Maverick. How do you know what he looks like?” Torin asked in confusion. “I saw him on Sunday when I took Maggie out on a date in Bowman.” “Shit! Did he follow you?” Torin asked.

The muzzle of the wolf, grinning and splashing with saliva, clicked in the face of the man, while Ar chuckled contentedly, throwing off his turn. - Well, shall we dance? - mocking, repeated the words of Mark. “Let’s dance,” Mark repeated, stretching his lips into a bloody smile. Arnar sensed the approaching danger from behind and heard Vitali's cry: - Behind! — Violating the order to stay in the territory, he rushed to the rescue. The werewolf flew off, slamming like a stone wall into the body of the High Vampire that appeared out of nowhere. A sweetish aroma enveloped Arnar and forced him to exhale convulsively from the pain spreading in his back.

His presence filled the room. Slowly he turned to her. Her breath caught. He looked like a Greek lone god. Just standing there in all his glory,tall and dark and brooding.He held a wine glass in his hand slipping slowly. He looked so dark and dangerous just standing there and she swallowed. And she knew ,just by looking at him– really looking at him– that all the rumors about Adrian Wolfe being cold and ruthless and using any means to get what he wants was true. This was a man in control. A man used to command.

Luther/Diesel I let Diesel out for a run with my Gamma Dean and his wolf Kratos. Diesel has been acting odd all day so I figured a run would help. He was antsy and irritable when he is normally a calm wolf. I asked him what was wrong and all he said was “ We have to go.” I let Diesel take control which I now think was a bad idea. He has taken me to a part of the forest that we have never been to before. I know there is another pack around here and we don’t want to cross their land. It could cause more trouble than I want to deal with right now. I need to figure out what is going on with Diesel.

Survivors. One stepped forward, tall, scarred, and dark-haired, with steel-gray eyes that burned like firelight. “I’m Commander Hartfell,” he said, his voice carrying. “These are our warriors.” He spread his arms wide. “We may not be the strongest in number, but we are strong in heart. And we will protect this land with our lives, Alpha.” Something inside me snapped free. The fear I’d carried all my life evaporated like smoke.

I said, escorting him out when the Gamma came in, bowing at our feet. “Dave,” my son called, drawing closer to him. “What’s the report?” he asked. Dave, the Gamma, he’s the head of Wolf Fall’s army, protecting and alerting the pack of any danger. Last night, there was an alert on the sighting of a notorious rogue we’ve been hunting down for long. And by we, I mean myself and Thelma. My son sees this rogue as one who works for our enemies, but I see that beast as my ticket to something important.