Filosofi Lone Wolf Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry to interrupt but we can hear what’s going on and we thought you should know that there has been a lone wolf in the area. He’s a second year college student and has visited the restaurant regularly these past two years. He doesn’t seem dangerous but he has taken an interest in Davina. His name is Enzo Black.” “Keep an eye on him. I don’t think it’s a coincidence a lone wolf has been hanging around and has yet to ask to join the pack. I don’t want to scare Davina but she needs to stay away from him and we will need to proceed with caution. There are rogue warlocks out there helping the wolves so we need to be prepared,” Thierry ordered his wolf. He then sends out a text. “Yes sir,”

The answer was soon to come, when a large gray wolf stepped forward from the trees. The lengths of his long white canines made visible and vengeance evident in his yellow irises as he approached. Luther remained unmoving from his defensive position directly before her, whilst he responded, ‘We’re just passing through. We don’t want any trouble, Alex.’ However, the wolf, emboldened by the overt advantage he seemed to possess in number, did not yield in his advance upon the couple. His increasing proximity, agitating Luther enough to provoke him into adopting a more aggressive crouch lower to the ground. Tilla glanced between the two lycanthropes quizzically.

“ The truth. About your wolf. About your bloodline. And about the prophecy they are trying so hard to bury.” ***** The next morning,I awoke to chaos. I dragged myself outside. Curiosity overshadowed my exhaustion. The scene before me left me speechless,the air was thick with smoke,and distant howls echoed across the pack,many wolves were rushing towards the borders. “What's happening?” I asked a nearby wolf. “Rogues.” He said breathlessly. “They have breached the eastern perimeter”. My heart dropped to my foot. Rogues were a rare and dangerous threat. Feral wolves who attack without a reason or prior warning.

“Yes. Isn’t that fair? After centuries of watching her die. After all this time, watching her make the wrong choices. Now you can finally make the right choice, the choice she wasn’t strong enough to make.” Something deep inside me moves. It isn’t magic or a memory. It feels like instinct. Something that I haven’t felt since Nyxara took over my life. My wolf stirs for the first time without restraint. He is no longer caged or muted. No longer suppressed by the confines of the Game. He is finally awake, which can only mean one thing. Nyxara is losing her grasp on everything. She is losing her grasp on me.

He sat across from me in his pack's lodge with a directness that I respected even before he spoke. "I read your proposal," he said. "It is thoughtful. The reasoning is sound. I understand why the Council approved it." "But," I said. "But my wolves died because a twenty-two-year-old woman decided her ideology justified building an organization that killed people. She is now going to help design a program that will put the coalition's formal endorsement on her name. My wolves' families will see that." He looked at me without hostility, just with the weight of someone carrying something heavy. "That is hard."

He hated the werewolf council and wanted to take their packs. "I wonder what your name is," I say softly to the rogue. If it recognizes my father's name and looks clean and healthy, it can only mean it's sane. Maybe it just lost its pack to war and chose not to join another. Such wolves are called lone wolves; after they leave their pack, they prefer solitude and are self-reliant. They may still be respectable.

I replied, scooting to be closer to her. “Amoux is a wolf spirit, chosen to live in the vessels of those he thinks are worthy of his strength. He is the Alpha of said pack, the most dangerous rogue wolves in the woods. It’s known that he has killed many innocent wolves from different packs, just to send a message to those who dared challenge him.” I tried to breathe when she read the last part. Margery had put a killer wolf inside me.

It was a sight I had yearned to witness for five long years—a sight that filled me with a sense of contentment and longing all at once. As I stood by the bedside, a voice echoed within me—a voice that was both mine and yet separate. It was the voice of the wolf that resided within me, a part of my very essence. The wolf, a creature of raw instinct and unwavering loyalty, had remained silent for so long, kept at bay by the seal I had placed upon it. But tonight, in the presence of the woman I loved and our pup, the wolf's presence could not be contained any longer. With a surge of energy, the wolf's consciousness intertwined with mine, its thoughts and feelings becoming a part of my own.

I look at Nova for a while before we head back, and I get back in my human form and then throw on my clothes. Brianna sighed and said, " See, I told you her wolf is amazing and unique." Carla agrees " I don't think I've ever seen a wolf like her before" Albert smiles and says " I did once when I was a kid but she was a Luna passing through from the south not quiet as beautiful as your Nova more white and less colors but still unique. I thought white wolf's were the most unique for us, but I've seen 3 of them and only two like this." He stops talking and seems to be thinking hard about something. Then he mumbles something about that Luna and walks into the condo.

The two of them just stared at each other, and I was, standing there like the odd one out. The last two years had been kind to my brother. No scars, no missing limbs. His ashy blond hair tied back into a low ponytail, right at the base of his neck. Clean shaven as always, a golden tint taken to his skin. Lean, and dorky in appearance, but still able to hold his own in a one on one. “...mate…” They both just said, in a very unison tone. My guess is the wolves were going insane inside their heads.