Cry Wolf Novels & Stories

The van carrying Talan overturns as Talan comes back to life to continue his rampage. Meanwhile, after becoming increasingly ill, Gavin investigates the Gwynek residence and ends up killing Mrs. Gwynek after coming to realize that he now has the same affliction as Talan. Gavin shaves off all of his body hair as he begins giving in to his new werewolf alter ego. In the commotion at the crash site, Talan kills Eric. Talan moves to attack Kate next, but Gavin arrives to battle the other werewolf. The fight ends when Gavin strangles Talan, presumably killing him.

It marked her descent into something darker. Caitlyn’s sleep became a battlefield. The dreams came relentlessly, each one more torturous than the last. She no longer dreamed in her own voice. Instead, she lived through the eyes of the First Wolf, experiencing his pain, his betrayal, and his endless imprisonment. She saw his memories of the chains that had bound him for eons, felt the weight of the dark power that still lingered within him.

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

I'm coming because I have been standing at this window for eight weeks and I have been wrong about many things and I need to see that she's alive with my own eyes and then I will stand wherever she tells me to stand. A long pause. Then Kratavak: She just partially shifted. Ryder stared at the message. What, he typed. White, Kratavak responded. Her wolf is white, Ryder. Pure white. Sable said something ancient. The temperature in the room dropped at the birth and the candles went blue and the frost made geometric patterns on the windows. He looked at his hands. What is she, he typed. I don't know yet, Kratavak said. But not wolfless, never wolfless. She was suppressed.

"Victor! Move! Get the fuck up!" Elodie’s scream tore through the sterile hum of the Under-City, but it didn't reach him. Not really. Victor lay crumpled against the base of a shattered cryo-pod, his chest a caved-in mess of jagged bone and shredded muscle. The First Wolf’s kick had done more than just snap ribs. It had silenced the roar in his blood. Deep in the dark corners of his skull, the black wolf he had carried since his first shift was whimpering. It was retreating, burying itself under layers of terror, refusing to answer the call of the Alpha.

For a moment, they just looked at each other. "Can I see your wolf?" Crystal asked nervously. Ryder smiled, and with a fluid motion, he transformed into his Lycan form. Crystal gasped, mesmerized by the majestic creature before her. Ryder's Lycan body was powerful and majestic, with thick, dark gray fur and piercing yellow eyes. His muscles rippled, his powerful legs propelling him forward with ease. His face was strong with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline, and his ears were pointed and alert.

Blaine's wolf was a sleek, silver-furred creature with glowing green eyes, known for its agility and tactical prowess. Sheryn Lowan Cavanaugh, Blaine's younger sister, was a striking figure with long auburn hair that cascaded down her back in thick waves. Her eyes were a deep, forest green, mirroring her brother's, though her expression was more serious. Sheryn's wolf, with a coat the color of autumn leaves, was swift and deadly in battle, known for her fierce loyalty to her family and pack.

Buckled the choker strap with a little extra force. “You haven’t replaced me.” She snapped the prod again. He flinched so beautifully. “You’ve earned me.” She crouched beside him, one boot planted on his back, the phallus resting like a promise near his trembling lips. “And I hope you remember this…” She stared dead into the camera. No mask. No mercy. “I am the ALPHA WOLF.” Then she howled. A low, guttural, primal cry that echoed through the WREC Room like the voice of every forgotten god rising from ash.

Cyrus, the largest grey wolf, stepped towards us and bent his head, revering our newest member. Esmerelda followed my gaze and was startled. She tried to get up but kept falling down, unable to coordinate her four legs. Her whines and whimpers tugged at my heart. Cyrus took another step, and Magnus howled long and soulfully, freaking her out. Terror consumed her as she adjusted and flew on top of a granite boulder. She looked at me in utter betrayal before leaping off the rock and sprinting effortlessly over the line of wolves. Her white fur streaked against the dark green mountainside as we all paused in awe.

My breath trapped dead in my throat. Gryfyn stood on the snow-covered ridge, his thick wolf fur coat dripping with melting ice, his broad bare chest heaving beneath his open leather jacket. His glowing golden eyes were completely wild, flashing with a terrifying, primal Alpha heat that made every shadow along the mountain ridge cringe back in terror. His dark hair was soaked, plastered against his forehead, and his sharp jaw was flexed so tight I could hear the grinding of his teeth over the storm. He didn't look at Kaelen. He didn't look at the dead mercenaries lining the snow. His glowing eyes locked straight onto my broad frame, burning through the black wool cloak, the heavy gray tunic,