Fun Facts Gray Wolf Novels & Stories

The kids cheered and scrambled closer to her feet. "All Silverback wolves used to be black," she began, holding up a drawing. "But a pack of white wolves lived far across the sea. One day, two pups were playing on the ice when it snapped. They floated for days until they washed up here. Our pack took them in. Ever since then, our wolves have been gray." I felt a weird warmth in my chest. The teacher gave me a quick, knowing wink. Calantha leaned in and started to guide me back to the hall.

I would have been upset with myself if I had killed any of these beautiful creatures. They suddenly turned around and ran back to two other wolves standing in the tree line by the road on the left. One was a light shade of red, and the other a smoky gray wolf with white on its paws. The gray one reminded me of a cat I used to have growing up that we named Smoky. He had the exact same colors. “This has got to be the coolest thing I’ve seen in a while,” I said, completely in awe. I had never seen wolves before, but they were beautiful and massive. I would say they are the same height as a Great Dane, if not taller.

Madeline: The good thing about this library was that everything was detailed and organized. There was a gray book that Graham picked from one of the shelves, and we both sat between the aisles on small stools. “This is it. Look, it says ‘The Gray Wolf.’” He opened the contents and pointed to one of the headings. A strange excitement rushed through me. Growing up, I was told so many times that I would never have a wolf that I began to believe it. So when I first transitioned and Graham told me my wolf looked different, gray in color, I felt thrilled.

Manners, jackass, I snap over mind-link. He swallows. “Exactly that. And he doesn’t smell distinctively like any of the royal families I’m familiar with either. We’ve got another gray wolf on our pursuit team—he’s actually leading it while I’m gone—and he agrees there’s no chance it’s nobility from Escuro, Snowcrest Canyon, or Dun’s Crossing.” “How lucky,” Estrella murmurs. The edge of disbelief in her voice stings. “Our gray wolves have the best sense of smell. You can trust that report.”

Just the freedom they’d fought so hard to earn. They reached the river at the same time, skidding down the bank and crashing into the water with a roar of splashes and barked laughter. A few moments later, two smaller wolves barreled out of the woods, one dark gray with white paws, the other reddish-gold with eyes too clever for her age. Their children. Kael and Lyra. They tumbled into the shallows, wrestling their parents with soaked fur and wagging tails, before the whole family finally shifted back to human form, dripping and breathless.

But she didn’t come as I waited. The castle behind me was soon alive with shifting bodies. Wolves. Dozens of them, fur gleaming in the moonlight as they ran through the stone halls like shadows given breath. Since Xareth banned festivities and wouldn’t allow the servants outdoors, they celebrated within the castle’s confines, howling and tearing through the courtyard like ghosts. And yet, I couldn’t shake the cold prickle running down my spine. Something was wrong. I couldn’t say what it was, but I felt it.

My wolf turned around so fast I almost got whiplash. After a brief moment of rustling clothes and then cracking bones, I turned to see a black wolf with fiery red eyes. When he said he was a warrior wolf, I did not understand that he meant just that. As I stared at the wolf with pitch-black fur and not a drop of colour mixed in, I knew he had not exaggerated. Wolves of this coloring were well known for their strength, just as wolves like Ana were known for carrying generational wisdom.

It was an intoxicating combination of nervousness, arousal, and fear, something that excited my wolf. Wilda was an interesting creature, even my father had admitted as much. It was rare that the breed of two wolves did not result in a cub, and even rarer that two powerful white wolves did not produce a cub. But it had happened to the Gray’s; one of the strongest breeds of our kind.