Into The Wolves' Den Novels & Stories

'Get back here,' He commanded before putting the block back up. "Hurry!" Beth yelled out. Her arms went around to protect Demeter as she started to jog," he sent the boys after us." We started sprinting, trying desperately to get back to the event area. We'd barely made it to the part of town where the rubble wasn't present when two large grey wolves circled up. Their teeth were bared, snarls ripping from their mouths as they spotted Finn close to Beth. She stopped running and created distance between her and Finn. One of the twins ran over, standing in front of her protectively. The other came to me and started snarling harder.

Kael said, what den. Thea said, a place. Inside him. Where the wolf can be and the boy can be and they do not fight. Kael nodded. He said, then we build it. They started the next day. Diana said, in the old stories wolves had dens to go to when the world was too much. Not to hide. To rest. Astra said, so we make him one. They used the small room behind the kitchen. The one that used to be for storage.

She had found her place among these wolves and she was ready to fight for it. With her head held high and her gaze fixed on the horizon, Sable addressed the assembled wolves once again. "We must remain steadfast in our mission. We will face adversity, but together, we will overcome it. Let us not forget the power of love and acceptance that has brought us together. It is what defines us as a pack." The wolves nodded in agreement, their eyes filled with determination. Sable's words resonated in their hearts, fueling a fire within them that could not be extinguished. They were united now, bound by a common purpose and a shared vision.

Right now, I need him. We head into town. We share the town with another pack called Red River. The town has shopping, restaurants and bars. We head to our favorite bar called The Hound. When we arrive several wolves, greet us as we walk to the bar. The owner Tommy pours us whiskey. “You feeling okay?” Devin asks. I hang my head and down my drink and Tommy pours me another. “No man I’m not. I feel lost.” I reply. “Dude go and get her. This feeling is not going to go away until she is back with you.” Devin tells me. “I can’t she doesn’t belong here with me,” I down another drink and get a refill.

She'd be here when he came for her, when he rescued her. Adam and Jackson ran blindly through the woods. They didn't care where they went as long as it was away from Gary and Paul and those things they'd become. They were so intent on getting away they didn't notice the wolves behind them, surrounding them. They didn't notice until it was too late and they stood face to face with six snarling black wolves. The two smaller grey wolves stopped dead in their tracks. They looked at each other. This was it, they were dead.

Mary Miller-Parks gripped the steering wheel of her 2000 Jetta driving like a bat out of hell she drove all night when she felt the shift happen. Her own wolf crying from her prison inside Mary’s mind. ‘She is free!’ Ayla had howled pacing the walled up spot in Marys mind. ‘I will not let you out.’ Mary growled back at her. ‘I can find her.’ Her wolf snapped back. “I will not do it. I swear I would not and you know that.” Mary said out load her grip on the wheel getting tighter. ‘Mary let me out’ “I WILL NOT LET YOU OUT” she screamed into the night. Mary pushed her down, quieting her. Ayla went quiet curling herself into a ball sleeping inside Mary’s mind. Mary knew as she got closer to that

Bart watched the wolves, and their mates return to the Wolf’s Den bar with a cat. He’d enjoy thinking about the insanity that will ensure from that later. Now he needed to get his head in the game. The evidence collection was going well, but that’s because there wasn’t much to process.

“When other wolves found your street.” “They were bad,” Harvey muttered fiercely. “They were,” Luther agreed. “They won’t be the last.” “Because of us?” Hyden asked. “Because some wolves want what doesn’t belong to them.” “Mama belongs to us,” Daisy declared. Heat pressed behind my ribs. I forced my voice steady. “Bed after food.” They ate. He listened. I saw him flinch when Daisy said “Mama,” as if the word cut and healed him at once. When the bowls were empty, I spread a blanket in the den. Wolves sleep in a heap to remember they aren’t alone.

Someone yelled from behind us, but standing before us were at least four hungry-looking demonic werewolves with long limbs and mouths, growling darkly. “I think your witch sent them as a gift for you without realizing we’re here,” the She-wolf, Den, said, and it clicked. The witch wanted to kill me–for whatever reason–using tainted wolves. “Can you fight?” Den asked me, but before I could respond, we heard a loud shriek from behind, then the sound of limbs tearing. Then another, and another, and before long, the tainted wolves had killed a larger number of the rogues, while the rest of us focused on evading their attacks

She said firmly to me. I just nodded my sudden agreement even though I was still confused about what was happening. Suddenly the door opened and some jumped out on the floor. Even before the opponent entered, Mrs. De Silva hit the wolf by her silver bullets. Now the wolf is on the floor bathing on his blood. "Let's go!" Mrs. De Silva hurried.