Hangover Quotes Wolfpack Novels & Stories

Voices rose above others as the people argued, their voices echoing through the walls. “He’s alive, and that's a good thing for us!” one barked. “Then what’s the point if we're still going to war?” another spat. “You should ask the Alpha that! Every pack from here to the coast will see us as rabid for what he did!” It was an elderly wolf that said it, of course. They were the only ones with enough courage to say some of the things most couldn't. Their words slammed into me, each one a match to dry tinder, until I was burning up with anger.

“I can’t believe Gunnar would do something so despicable. The most productive wolves here are from the Woodland pack. His pack will suffer greatly without them.” “I can’t believe a racist Alpha rules this pack…” Xavier’s voice cracked. “And I can’t believe we are saying goodbye forever. To be honest, I don’t know if I can leave without you…” He trailed off, then added softly, “But I want to give you my favorite quote. Take it with you. Use it to remember me.” He smiled weakly, breaking Amber’s heart all over again. "Tell me,” she said, beaming through tears. “I would like to hear it.”

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * When I woke up from my drunken stupor, it was already noon and I was all naked in my bed with shreds of my clothing everywhere as if someone had clawed out the clothes out of me in urgency. When I tried to get up, I had the worst hangover and you might think that werewolves don’t get drunk, then you are wrong. We don’t get drunk on human alcoholic drinks. Those are like orange juice for us. But, the hard drinks we had last night were real stuff which could make the strongest of the Alphas fall into harsh stupor under the influence of the kind of alcohol

I shout with A Vengeance! “Now remember my fellow pack members we will not hurt or touch LB and his group of Bampires. He is on our side and will fight with us to stop her. He is not against us. Do you understand? “Yes Alpha” They all shouted, “I can't hear you louder!” Screaming “Yes, Alpha!” simultaneously, making me proud to have such loyalty and called them my people. Following that response came the howling call one after the other from my Dire Wolves and other wolf pack members who joined us and knew the war was coming, and we were ready.

"Gold-digger mutt—bleeds her mate dry!" "I thought she was noble. Guess she's just silver-hungry trash!" The mob riled hotter by the second. Then a snarl: "Take back what's Alpha Samzor's!" Wolves stormed our land. Our guards held as long as they could, but the mob was too thick. Chaos broke—snarls, shouts, claws flashing. They shoved through the line, grabbing anything they could sink teeth or claws into. "She's the greedy mutt!" someone howled.

It feels like my head is underwater today—far too many bourbons and not enough sleep. Why do I do this to myself? You’d think hangovers wouldn’t exist for werewolves, but nope. We can heal from a gunshot wound or stabbing, but a little strain on the kidneys, and we’re as weak as a human.

the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.” The girl's green eyes widened in surprise. And judging by his triumphant appearance and tone, she should be delighted at the honor. - Wolf? - she asked in amazement. - Wow, happiness has come to the house. The guy nodded affirmatively. “But you yourself said yesterday that you are “that” dog,” Anika remembered, frowning. “I said that because you perceived me as a dog,” the guy was offended. He looked at the empty plate, then at the girl.

I had every surface of my body punched or kicked today and had no idea how I would manage to do this every single day. Clive told me that we had something called wolf healing that would have me good as new before we even finished with lunch. That’s where I am headed now, the pack house for lunch, praying that my tired sore legs will carry me there without falling down. Where I open the door I am hit with the most amazing smells, “Smells like my girl has been cooking her ass off again,” Kenneth boasted while patting his stomach.

“He was dying, Kirk. He was nearly white. Plus, it’s a huge gash…there was so much blood…” Kirk patted my back. “It doesn’t matter. This happened to the wolf who doesn’t give a shit about what should kill a wolf. The first thing he’ll say is that he’s been through worse. I bet you anything.” I chortled. “He tried to crack a joke…” “Let me guess. It’s only a flesh wound?” Nodding, Kirk let out a snort. “Our Luna is something else. I didn’t realized you wanted to spice things up around here. You never seemed bored. You want to add this spicy wolf into the mix? Did you not have enough stress before?”

Jerry inquired with them. "What do you mean by we practiced fighting and hunting? When did we even do that? I would never fight my best friend ever..." Drake said to him while rolling on the floor. "I think he is talking about that one time when we fought with each other. I can't recall any other time when we both did anything that profound. Do you remember the time when one of the grandma wolves lost her artificial tooth set in a coyote's cave by mistake? And we fought to see who would have to go and get it from the cave?" Beryl reminded him.