Gadget The Wolf Novels & Stories

I shrug, “I don’t know. I thought they were only in the lab. They tested us once with them when we were 7.” “SEVEN?” they both shout in unison, “Like 7 years old?” Lucas gasps. I nod and he shakes his head, “You won back then too, didn’t you?” I nod and Lucas scoffs, “I can’t believe this. So, you aren’t really even a real wolf. Your DNA has been altercated.” I look down, feeling ashamed and Caleb looks at Lucas, “That’s uncalled for. She is a wolf.”

He eventually leaned down and took something out before walking back to his drink but I couldn't see what it was in his hands until he turned to me. When he faced me I saw the brown furry animal in his hands. It was a stuffed wolf, the ones you give to kids, I had a similar one when I was little but mine was pink and I glued a carrot to its forehead. “Kiera,” Gabe whispered and stroked the wolf's head. Kiera, the name Zade told me to say. “Is that the wolf?” He chuckled but it was tense and his eyes were hooded, brimming with ghosts and sadness when he raised his head.

Tate grips my hand. I am terrified. But nod. “Like a mindlink?” I ask. He looks puzzled. “Oh, yeah, like thinking of a mindlink to the person you want makes it happen, it works similar I guess. This is going to look freaky, but well, your dad could do the same, so is genetics, ok doll? My wolf is called Odyn. He is a big softy really. Won’t hurt you, especially considering you’re his…” he stops himself.

James would rather lock a wolf up than let them choose to become an outcast. "I will do whatever you ask. I have a master's degree in art restoration, I don't know if that's practical for a wolf pack but it counts for something, right? I can also run really, really fast. I'm learning how to fight too, I'm pretty terrible, but I'm trying. Please I promise I will do whatever I can to be the best addition. I can't stay here, it's too dangerous for me. Please." Clara looked at him with pleading eyes. He thought about when he first spotted her this evening. She didn't look like she belonged.

Roberto groaned as he saw another truck pull up to the pack’s headquarters. He recognized the logo on the side, a stylized paw print with the words “Wolf Tech” underneath. It was the company that supplied the pack with advanced security measures, such as cameras, sensors, and alarms. They had been hired by Vitale to fortify the borders after the omegas kidnap.

"He'll run, or he'll move on the only asset he has left." Kade looked at her. "Us," she said. "He'll want to see it himself," Kade said. "Twenty years. He'll want—" The shot came from the collapsed eastern roof. Not a conventional weapon — a dart, the same suppression compound from the northern forest, designed to drop a wolf's shift response and slow reaction time. It hit the wolf to her left — Dorin, who went down hard and fast in the way of someone hit with a full dose at close range.

Or will I die before this war ends? "Stop worrying," Caleb growls. "You are giving me a headache." "Shut up you grumpy bastard," I reply. "You shut up first," he says. I chuckle and turn on some music to distract my thoughts. About twelve seconds into my air guitar solo, the hummers built in thermal vision detects two wolves creeping along our border. I radio the nearest watch tower and ask if they can see anything. They see them and shine a bright light on them. I press a button in the hummer that shoots a net down on top of them. It is coated in wolvesbane. The wolves howl and the watch tower patrol opens the gate so I can enter after I retrieve them. They are small wirily wolves who are l

Its target was Kaden’s throat. Kaden didn't flinch. He stepped into the attack, his massive right hand shooting out like a piston. He caught the wolf by its armored collar, the metal plating crunching under his bare fingers. With a roar of pure alpha dominance, Kaden slammed the wolf into the concrete floor, shattering the tiles beneath it. Before the creature could recover, he brought his heavy boot down on its chest, crushing the cybernetic core processor bolted to its sternum. The wolf stiffened, sparks flying from its armor, and went completely still.

She finally lowered the cake onto the table with the reverence of a deep-sea diver placing a rare artifact. The cake looked magnificent, despite the slight dent in the frosting. However, Richards, who had been quiet up until now, suddenly noticed the absence of the plastic wolf. He pointed a chubby finger at the dented side and let out a huge, frustrated wail. “WOLFIE! NO WOLFIE!” “Oh, darling, it’s just a little piece that broke off,” Gia said, trying to soothe him while frantically searching her pockets for the small plastic toy. Lorenzo gently rubbed his son's back. “Hey, hey, it’s okay, Richards. Look, Daddy will be your wolfie!” He let out a playful, squeaky howl that sounded more like

Sparks flew into the room. The second wolf was faster. The animal tackled Rian. They hit the floor. The rifle skittered across the wood. Rian grabbed the wolf by the throat. He used his strength. He kept the jaws away from his face. The wolf snapped. The teeth sounded like scissors. Rian roared. He drove his thumb into the wolf's eye. The animal howled in pain. Rian used the moment. He reached for his knife. He drove the blade into the wolf's ribs.