Imprinted Wolves Novels & Stories

My voice cracked as I raised it, so I tried to calm down and regain control of my frustration. Nathan lowered his voice when he spoke, as if someone was listening, but didn't make eye-contact with me. “There are different stages of an imprint. There's the imprinting—that's the part where we touch and flashes of our possible future go through our minds. The marking—where the wolf will bite his imprinted to claim her. And the sealing—where the two wolves make it official forever.” My jaw dropped. “You imprinted me?” “Elana, I—”

Pain blooms hotly behind my eyes and I groan and rock myself harder. What I fear the most has come to pass, I have imprinted on the wolf. Basic knowledge comes freely to me, and I know that cats do not have predetermined mates like wolves do, but we can imprint on a male we deem worthy. More often than not, it does not take but if the imprinting is successful, it compounds, becomes more complex and our mate bonds are born. He is the male that shatters all of my inhibitions, the same one I should be running far away from, and I don’t know when it started, but I have imprinted on him. Worse, it cannot be taken back.

“Tell me you didn’t imprint.” I didn’t answer. Her hand flew to her mouth. “You did.” Imprinting wasn’t a choice. It wasn’t a crush. It wasn’t something you could undo because it hurt or because the person didn’t love you back. Imprinting was rare,so rare most wolves never experienced it. It was the kind of bond wolves prayed for. Unless it was with the wrong person. “Does she know?” my mother whispered. “No,” I said. “She can’t.” “Jake—”

“Shall we go?” There was a glow in his eyes when he smiled. “All right.” We still hadn’t talked much. He was still surprised by a lot of things since he had only started shifting recently. I wanted to open up about the imprinting, but I don’t know if this was the right time for it. The wolves who had been rejected by the females they imprinted on suffered. They couldn’t handle the aftermath that there were others who even committed suicide. The only reason why he was stable today was because his imprintee was by his side. Imprinting had always been a complicated thing for wolves, something that I don’t know how to explain to a human, to Luther, most especially.

Rebecca frowned. “It's difficult to find your mate, sometimes wolves never find their mates or their mates are long dead before meeting them. In that case, we can still choose someone and fall in love with them. Since imprinting is a very special thing, our wolves rarely make such mistakes. When you find your mate, your wolf will know it and she would tell you.” Her words sank Destiny's heart further. “Is it worth having a mate? I mean, just look at mom and dad.” Rebecca pursed her lips in anger.

Why did she have to ridicule me by pairing me with someone I can't be with? And now, I can't even control how I think about her, and how I feel. I feel as if my perfect life is spinning out of control. I'm losing it. Imprinting is on another level. It's usually rare among werewolves. Imprinting means we are soul mates. And I have never heard of people rejecting themselves after Imprinting. Probably I was wrong? I shouldn't have rejected her? And now my whole body is on fire for her, craving her like crazy. Never in my wildest imagination did I think I'd crave someone this much, I can almost taste the feeling.

But he also knew Marcus with a tiny pen. The ridiculous memory did not weaken the wolf. It saved it from becoming a shrine to appetite. When the HR clip spread through the registry, wolves did not become less wild. They became more particular. They remembered the smell of safehouses, the annoyance of rules, the warmth of someone throwing a blanket over them after a shift, the humiliation of learning apology scripts, the pride of not killing someone who deserved fear but not death. Culture was not domestication. It was chosen repetition. Fenrir had blood.

He whispered to me. Beta Leo walked in. He closed and locked the door. "Shall we begin?" Alpha Zev and Luna Maisie directed everyone to form a loose circle around me. Beta Leo opened a massive book and began reading. "From time immemorial, our people have welcomed our new wolves with a ceremony to recognize our pack connection and strength. The Moon Goddess gifts us our wolves. We are stronger, faster and smarter when we work with our wolves. We honor the Goddess by accepting our wolves and allowing them to take our physical form and make it their own. We each must learn to respect our wolves, and our wolves must learn to respect us."

Plus, I had no time for this. He wasn’t backing down, which I guess is a good thing because that means they were properly doing their job which is keeping our territory protected. It was just a pain in the ass for me. “I need to see proof first. No proof, no entrance.” I internally groaned at his hardheadedness, but since I was somewhat expecting this, I knew what I had to do. In the Lunar Eclipse Pack, all our wolves had to be branded so in the future, in case a lost wolf was found, their bodies would be easier to recognize as our own, and many other reasons.

I rushed out of my clothes without a thought of self-consciousness and then I rubbed my palms together, rocking on the balls of my feet. “What now? How do I shift?” I closed my eyes, waiting for the instructions. It was supposed to be something like imagining it right? Imagine yourself as a wolf and then you shift. ‘Yes, that’s it,’ my wolf confirmed and then an image of a snow-white wolf with icy blue eyes that could captivate the strongest of hearts, similar to the ones I had now, flashed in my head. I held on to that image and imagined myself turning into that wolf.