Gamma Wolf Rank Novels & Stories

“Because he is a Gamma, dammit!” Gamma was the third highest rank in the pack, coming after Alpha and Beta. But what does his rank have to do with anything? “You don’t understand. With no mates and female wolves to marry, the high-ranking wolves mostly marry from other supernatural races. My brother is an exception since he had told them all loud and clear that he will choose his own woman. But George would have to accept whoever the council decides to be his mate. No feelings whatsoever matter,” she sighed. “Not even if he has a mate?”

But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two. "I'm going to distract the gray wolf." The Wolf with red fur commands the black Wolf next to him. The Black Wolf received the order and left in Windy's direction. The Red Wolf is alert when sensitively detecting someone approaching. When it turned around, it saw a Wolf with black fur and sharp eyes. The Red Wolf was no longer conservative but somewhat reverent towards the Black Wolf. I thought the Red Wolf was the leader of the assassin group, but it wasn't. Their leader is a black wolf with blue eyes, and he wants to stand on the high cliff and declare war on his opponent.

She held the ball out. The boy’s face split into a wide grin. “Gamma Hela!” I stopped walking. Gamma. Gamma Hela. I looked at Hela. The scar on her jaw. The blade at her hip. Then I remembered the flat, no-nonsense expression that had shut down the laughing warriors with a single look. The Gamma of the Blood Moon Pack. The third-highest ranking wolf in the entire pack, just below the alpha and the beta, was currently handing a ball back to a child.

I hated to admit it, but he actually made sense. “Well, what about the natural omegas? They aren’t threats.” There were two different types of ranks that werewolves went by, the natural rank, which was your goddess given rank. This determined how strong your wolf was. It was possible to uprank or down rank as a natural, but was purely decided by the moon goddess, or something along those lines. The second type of rank was our given rank. This was determined by the pack Alpha. For example, I was naturally a gamma rank, but in the pack I was a family, or in this pack mid family rank.

Most werewolves can’t access their speed until they’ve fully transitioned unless they’re within one of the big three ranks, and it’s still rare for it to happen to them. Alpha, Beta and Gamma. Those were the ranks he was referring to. Those were the ranks I needed to look into to see if any of the fleeing families 18 years ago were a part of them. Well, it will be the Beta or Gamma ranking I’d be looking for, as there is only one Alpha family, and I am not a part of that. Pressing my bottom lip between my teeth, I felt conflicted about whether I should tell him I managed to access my wolf speed. In the end, I decided to refrain from telling him, just until I had more answers myself.

the beta says, looking at the two boys who are looking at me like I grew another head. "Remember when we said there's two grey wolves and one white one?" alpha Aiden asks. "Yes, alpha," River answer him, he's much bigger, he's almost the size of an adult wolf while I stayed my small self. "White wolves are special wolves, only six of them exist, do you know why they are super important to the pack?" alpha Rowan explains. "They are omegas? Well, what's left of them," River says, and the beta nods proudly, he must have explained that to them during the classes.

As Diana and Rayvin handed out the coffee, Susan looked at Diana. “I don’t get how you can run a pack without a full top tier,” Susan said. Five wolves stopped and looked at her. “Susan,” Remus sighed. “We have a full top tier,” Rayvin said. “Not really. Your Gamma is mated to your Beta, you are missing two members,” Susan insisted. “Susan!” Remus voice was sharp and no one could miss the underlying command for her to stay quiet.

no doubt. A lazy smile was dancing over his lips, matching mine when I opened my eyes. Swiftly he spun, slightly up in the air and he landed in a beautiful black wolf, pure black, shining, his eyes are gorgeous in wolf-form, too. I have seen only Alphas with the same eye colours. Strange! Perhaps they hold more power and rule their community. I don't know.

He can’t know the story behind the person whose life he took, otherwise it will haunt him. “Why would Waylon send you if your goal isn’t to harm us?” I say with a frown, trying to change the subject before Tank crumbles inside. “He had to send a group of scouts. We didn’t have a choice.” “Waylon is a Gamma. Not the beta. Gammas are the internal police force of a pack. Not the leader of the scouts.” The wolf shakes his head as he chuckles and winces at the movement. “You think anyone can say no to Alpha Alden? We didn’t volunteer for this. Not without the proper motivation.”

Calissa said stepping forward. With Ryan and Luther by my side, Calissa and Christine behind me I make my way down the steps. I want to greet these new wolves. I can tell just by looking at them they are scared and confused. They are a mix of men and women. Ages from maybe twenty to maybe sixty. It is hard to tell with wolves because they age differently than humans. The aging slows when we hit our twenties. Stop when they are just five feet in front of me. I know my guardians and a few warriors are behind me.