Her Little Wolves Novels & Stories

She explained. I scoffed. Duty my foot. “Omega? What does that mean?” “Uh… the lowest members of a pack.” “And why should they be called omega?” “Because they're mostly born into it. Weak wolves are made omega too.” My mouth forms an o shape. If I were to continue living amongst these wolves, I need to know more about them. With that thought in mind, I shifted my gaze to the little girl before me. “Is there a library here?” “Oh, yes, there is. Please, follow me and I'll show you the room.” Her eyes sparkled at the mention of books. I assume she loved to read too.

We moved closer to the crowd and a small group gathered around us ‘’Wow see I told you the Luna was beautiful I saw her run towards the borders ‘’ A little girl said She was a human child but everyone other person in her group are wolves. Turing my head to Xavier in confusion and he said ‘’This is Kyla she’s a rescue from a nearby pack that went into war ‘’ I turned back to the little girl and broke into a smile ‘’ well looks like the Luna has some competition since you’re more beautiful ‘’ I picked up the little girl brushing her hair backwards with my hands

The room is soundproofed and the door is made of steel making it harder to break through, not that anyone has tried before thank goddess. I lay down on the mattress and cuddle into Bella. I'm sure we'll be fine, we're not a big pack, there are only 250 members but we have some very strong warriors and have done well when under attacks before. I can't fight because I don't have my wolf yet, I'll get my wolf when I'm 18 but right now I'm only 14.

I started, still distracted by Drogo's explosive exit. “The whole camp is completely losing their minds!” Maya squealed, bouncing on her toes with her eyes wide and sparkling. “The border guards are gossiping everywhere! They said you shifted into a silver wolf! A silver! Do you know how incredibly rare that is? Ninety-nine percent of omegas live and die without ever feeling a single hair of fur and you are a legend! It's an absolute miracle!” My expression turned into solid stone. The bubbly noise of the gossip meant absolutely nothing to me right now.

" I shifted back to wolf then, eating more, pacing around, attacking the others in mock fights that had all of them respectfully submitting to me, even Cherokee. My omega Sheep kept his eyes on me, watching the interactions between the wolves around him as they growled, ate, mocked and fought. There was no attitude. Even after any fights, there was obvious respect between the pack members. No one held grudges. The pack was one. A rustling off to the side had my attention. I looked over to investigate. The local pack of real wolves had arrived, all but the pregnant female. I was guessing that by now she was possibly nursing newborn pups. By the time spring came around, the pups would be out

she beams, her adorable blonde curls framing her face as she looks up at me. This is normal for wolves. They find comfort in their alpha's and Luna. I smile down at the little girl, she could only be 3 or 4. I return her hug, bending down to her level. "Hello beautiful, what's your name?" I smile, "I'm Lilly" she smiles; "Your eyes are so pretty" she beams, "Are they blue or purple?" She asks, a little confused. "A bit of both" I laugh. "I love them" she laughs. A woman soon follows over and I can tell straight away it's her mother, they look exactly the same. "Lily come along, Luna Armina is busy" she looks down at love to her little girl.

But I knew if we leave her alone during her first shift, she'd die, or she'd never manage to do it, and both options didn't sit well with me, I need her to be safe and happy, to stay near me. "It hurt," she cries out, and I nuzzled her, ignoring her vampire sent and just focusing on her wolf side, she finally managed to do it, she shifted fully, instead of Millie stood a medium size wolf, she's not a puppy, but she's not near my size, she's medium, a bit on the smaller size, a white wolf. "Beautiful," dad says from his side, white wolves are rare, she's one of the rarest wolves out there, being a mixed species, one who could fully shift to both sides.

Sarah ran the ridgeline at a low crouch, her small paws skimming the crusted snow without a sound. She was small for a she-wolf, a runt, narrow through the chest, and light on her feet. Tonight, that smallness was an advantage. The Midnight Mountain VenomFang patrols were hunting for hulking Lycans, not a tiny gray wolf threading the underbrush.

They were both incredibly welcoming and showed me around the pack, introducing me to some of the other wolves. As we walked, I was struck by how friendly and welcoming everyone was. Even the youngest members of the pack, like little Peggy, were eager to say hello and make me feel at home. Peggy was a little doll, with big beautiful green eyes and pigtails tied up with pink bows. She was dressed in a pretty pink dress with white sequins all over it, and her shoes were pink with white dots on them.

As they reached the end of the long corridor, they came to a dimly lit room, where they suspected the sound would have come from. There, huddled in a corner between two walls, was a small, trembling white wolf. Her silver fur shimmered in the low light, but her frame was so slight, so fragile, that it was clear she was just a child. The little wolf's soft howls were barely audible, fading to a whimper the moment her wide, frightened eyes met Britney's and Camilla’s.