Do Wolves Howl At The Moon Novels & Stories

The heat didn't rise. The Moon disappeared from the sky above the mountain, and for the first time in history, the wolves began to forget how to howl.

“When I first shifted. I thought I was going to die. But I didn’t. And neither did you.” I wagged my tail a little without meaning to. He smiled. “There she is,” he said. “See? You’re okay.” I sat down again and looked at the stars. They looked closer now, like I could reach them. The moon looked bigger too. “Wolves love the moon,” he said. “It calls to us. You’ll feel it more now.” I howled softly. The sound surprised me. It came from my chest. It felt right. Alexander smiled. “That’s it,” he said. “Let it out.”

In the heart of the forest, beneath the watchful gaze of the moon, a congregation of wolves had assembled. From both our packs, we came together, forming a circle that seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy. The moonlight, cascading through the dense canopy above, bathed us in a celestial glow, as if the heavens themselves were bestowing their blessing upon our gathering. We engaged in a profound discourse, our voices blending harmoniously with the rustling leaves and the gentle whispers of the wind.

The blue moon is illuminating the night, giving a beautiful scene in every corner of the beautiful forest. The wind blows in my face. I can feel the coldness that enveloping me. I can see a wolf looking herself in the river, waiting for someone. She's beautiful, white as light. Her fur is glowing like the blue moon in the sky. She howls to the moon and the moon become so bright as if the Moon Goddess herself is watching the wolf.

We sat with that. Outside the forest was doing what forests did at this hour which was everything and nothing simultaneously. The sounds of it were present and layered and running underneath all of it was the full moon pulling at the wolf the way it always pulled and training kept it manageable and managed was not the same as absent. Then the howling started. Distant first. One voice. Then more. The rolling communal sound of wolves responding to the moon across Silver territory in the specific harmony that pack howling had which was nothing like individual howling and nothing like anything else on earth.

Even more so than Billy and Belle! I wondered if he took what I told him as a joke or if he really believed it was so easy. “So what happens during the full moon?” he asked innocently. “Do you need to, like, use the moonlight to change into wolves?” “What? No. That’s a common misconception. We can let our wolves out whenever we want. Not just during a full moon.” He nodded thoughtfully. “Why do you stand on the top of mountains? Is it because your howling goes further?”

"What were you thinking? Your face is like an apple." "I think it's just the moonlight effect." I fanned my face with my hands. Of all the things, why did that come to mind? "Is that so? Woah, you wolves are really enjoying the full moon, huh." I shoved that memory deep into the bottom of my memory. Even if I could, I wanted to throw it into the deepest trough of the ocean. All those moments were no longer needed. "Yes, this is the natural reaction of wolves that worship the moon."

The other wolves stepped back and watched the lone wolf who had intercepted the beast. The lone wolf with blue eyes remained perched on the beast's back, after sniffing the beast with its bloody muzzle to make sure that the beast was truly dead, thus confirming its death, he raised his head and stared at the other wolves with his piercing blue eyes that could make just about any wolf cower in fear. Understanding the unspoken language, the wolves looked up at the moon and howled in separate unison, paying homage to the lunar prowess of the moon and announcing their triumph. As one wolf was ending the howling, the other was picking it up and this went on for a few minutes.

As the sun set over the pack lands, a dark shadow began to fall. The moon, once a comforting presence, now took on an ominous hue. The air grew thick with tension, as the wolves could sense something was amiss. Some huddled together in fear, while others gazed up at the sky with a sense of foreboding. And then, as the moon rose to its highest point, a voice rang out, clear and haunting. "The time of darkness has come. The wolves must choose: sacrifice or destruction."

The empty spaces where seven wolves once stood like a circle that couldn’t be broken. “They’re gone,” I say. “Gone how?” I think about that. About the moment the thread snapped. About the way everything just… stopped. “Unmade,” I answer. The word sits between us. Heavy. He studies me like he’s trying to see what that cost. I don’t help him. I don’t know how to explain something I barely understand myself. His gaze shifts upward. To the Moon. It’s still there. But it looks… farther. Smaller.