Her Little Wolves Novels & Stories

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.

She's a very pretty wolf but Mom and Dad said I have to keep her hidden, they never told me why. I knew I was special, Mom always called me 'her special little wolf'. Others got their wolf at age 16, Alphas got theirs at age 14 but I've had Jas since I was 8 and besides, I've never seen anyone with a pure white wolf and golden eyes.

With how swiftly they moved, she could tell it wasn't normal. Surprisingly, she wasn't afraid. She was astounded. Instantly, she mentally concluded that mythical creatures coexisted with humans all along. She was quick to read hints. “Are there lots of wolves in your area?” She asked Lex, who was busy with his laptop. “Yes. The ones you heard were Slavon wolves. Extremely rare species that still exist for thousands of years.” He nonchalantly stated a lie. Those were actually rogues who breached their borders. Lex was pretending to be busy but was mentally mind-linking his warriors to get it done ASAP.

“I thought you would need these, Lotty.” “How did you go?” I ask. She grins as excited as Lotty was when she saw me. “Sometimes lectures are just what’s needed. I haven’t felt this good after a v-e-r-b-a-l b-e-a-t-i-n-g, in a long time” I laugh. I love it when she spells things out. She does not know that Lotty knows how to spell. Lotty is a talented wolf for a three and half-year-old. Wolves naturally grow far quicker than humans, but maturity doesn’t match our age. Except for white wolves, we grow and mature quickly. Lotty is a three-year-old with a ten-year-old maturity level.

She’s been in that pit for long enough that I’m not sure her muscles ever fully developed, let alone enough to run and jump and play. I cry when we finally pull her free and the little wolf collapses, her tongue happily panting, on the clean soil of Midnight’s soul. But when I look around at my cousin and his mate, I see that I’m in good company there. We all wipe our cheeks and continue working – me clearing what’s left of the oil from Midnight’s wolf, Jesse and our wolves drying up the rest of the pit. Until, finally, it’s all gone. Midnight sobs, her arms around the neck of her little creamy wolf, whose tufted ears are black and grey at the tips. I smile when I see that she has little gre

After all it's my birthright he stole when I was only a teenager. "We attack at midnight. Send the omegas with our fighters to capture the woman and pups." I'm not cruel despite my reputation. I get what I want by any means necessary but I prefer not to harm woman or pups if it can be helped. Burning entire villages to the ground is more Cobra Moon's style. Midnight approaches as I treek through the woods with my pack. Most of them are in wolf form, preparing for a fight. A few omegas, myself, and my beta stay human. "Keep the casualties to a minimum." I tell my pack through our mind link.