Last Spirit Wolf Novels & Stories

As I open the journals, I finally understand why. They were all handwritten, and from the looks of it, some of the handwriting belongs to my mother. Some of the pages had maps, names of people, and groups with names like Red Moon pack and Silver Springs pack, with the last entry listed as Moon Spirit Pack. According to the handwriting, the Moon Spirit Pack is supposedly the last pack they had contact with. The pack leader is named Arthur Wright, but there's no exact location where to find them, just that they are located somewhere in the northern hemisphere.

My feet dragged along the stones, each step heavier than the last. Without a word, my body shifted. My wolf took the Heartstone and dropped it into Xareth’s outstretched vase. I couldn’t remember walking, only the sound of that stone door grinding shut behind me. By the twelfth day, it was done, the last Heartstone claimed. My wolf and I were barely more than echoes of ourselves. When Xareth summoned me the next day, I could barely stand. “I’m travelling soon,” he said, voice like smoke. “But it appears you’re unwell. You need rest. So I’ll go with my army.”

Though the last she’d heard several months ago, the Grey Wolves still hadn’t appointed someone after the death of their last second. One word from this man, and she’d be in a cell again before she could blink. At the very least, he didn’t recognize who she was. Even her name hadn’t triggered any recollection, which meant when he left, she would return to her original plan. She knew exactly where she was headed. Back to the rodeo. To her old life. To healing cowboys’ wounds and broken bones. The life she had loved before the Wild Eight. It hadn’t been perfect, but it had treated her well.

We've already figured it out, the black wolf was just fulfilling his promise to his alpha. - So, what's his name? - Decided to defuse the situation Chris. - Whom? - pretended to be a fool Fox. - Well, who did my ex go to? Chris continued. - You haven't met. - I repeated again. Zel, his name is Zel. But his name won't do anything for you. - Phoenix! Mikhail and Marun shouted at the same time. - Well, yes. I repeated with a shrug. - And you, in general, what was the last thing you found there?

That almost-smile again — the one that was still learning how to exist on her face after years of not being used. "Mira," she said softly. "Absolutely Mira." And somewhere above us — somewhere in whatever structure had been funding fifteen years of bond manipulation from a distance, now aware that their Architect was walking out of his compound with the last wolf witch and headed for Ironmoor — something that had been patient for a very long time finally ran out of it. We had ten minutes. We used nine of them.

Mordeu couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Though Cillian had told him the history of this man in such a casual manner, it still ignited a sense of unease, a feeling of dread and a need to escape in Mordeu, and now he was hearing that that man was still very much alive. “You said it happened a hundred years ago, there’s no way he would still be alive.” Cillian nodded his head. “Well, normally, it wouldn’t be, and that has brought about the deduction that red wolves have a longer life span.”

Instead, they’d walked into an ambush. A sharp howl echoed from the far side of the trail. I looked up just in time to see one of Ralph’s remaining warriors shift into his wolf. The gray wolf burst through a gap between two trees. One of my warriors started after him. I raised a hand. “No.” The wolf was already too far ahead. By the time we’d catch him, we’d leave the boys, the prisoners, and our own men exposed. Not worth it. Our mission hadn’t changed. Recover the boys. Secure the prisoners. Leave.

she says calmly. I don’t know how she could be calm at a time like this. And who is “we”?! “I don’t know what you mean.” “Dear Emma, you are the hybrid, the Mystic Luna, the one who will revive all wolf packs.” I shake my head. “But this is the last wolf pack, isn’t it? They were all wiped out except for Emerald Moon.” “What is in the past does not equate to the future,” she says, as if that makes any sense.

“I’m the last of the Soulbinders.” I shifted back, the weight of her words sinking in. The Soulbinders were thought to be extinct, their power lost to history. But here she was, standing before me. Before I could respond, a low growl echoed from the trees. A massive wolf emerged, its eyes glowing red. It was unlike any rogue I’d ever seen. Ivy stepped forward, her light intensifying. “This isn’t over,” she said. The wolf lunged, and the world exploded into chaos.

Or did he still get my mother again? I gritted my teeth, a fire sparking in my chest. No. I wouldn’t wait to be saved. They thought they could break me. But they didn’t know who I really was. I was the Last Ghost Wolf. And soon, they were going to regret ever touching me.