Lone Wolf Alpha Tree Stand Novels & Stories

The canopy of trees are thick and oppressive here, casting the woods into a premature twilight, hiding the greatest wonder called the Lily river waterfall. Still, my wolf sight picked up two distinct figures moving through the shadows. The dense crowd of ancient trees hid this waterfall from normal sight. It was a sanctuary known to only a select few. As I stealthily crept toward the hushed voices, my wolf suddenly stirred, letting out a low, vibrating growl in my chest. "Danger," he warned. But before I could question him, he curled down into the deepest recesses of my mind and began to whimper. My wolf is an Alpha’s wolf, and an alpha does not whimper.

Thirty minutes later, I stood at the eastern border alone, hands raised to show I was unarmed. The lumber mill was eerily quiet. Smoke still rose from a storage building they'd set on fire as a distraction. Through the windows, I could see figures moving. Hostages on the floor. Armed wolves are guarding them. "I'm here!" I called out. "Alpha Sera Nightshade. You wanted me, you have me. Let the hostages go." A wolf emerged from the main building. Tall, scarred, with the dead eyes of someone who'd killed before and would again.

I look over into the thick trees of the forest as I start to hear the sound of paws beating against the ground, quickly growing closer. Seconds later seven large wolves break through the tree line, snarling and growling, letting me know that I'm unwanted here. I don't move from my spot, showing them I'm not here to fight. "I want to speak with your alpha." I stand here watching them as they growl at me. I Don't remove my hands from my coat pockets, making myself appear less threatening. I need these herbs and I promised Lisa that I wouldn't kill anyone for them. Assuming that they linked their alpha, telling him I'm asking for him, I stand here waiting in front of my car.

Duskbane is no longer a pack. It’s a country. And the Tree? The Tree is fed. Not on death. On defiance. On more. Eli stands. Jonah in his arms. Looks at me. “Now what?” I look at Draven. At my vessels. At thirty thousand new wolves who don’t know it yet. “Now,” I say, “we plant.” The first root’s down. The forest comes next. Lyana is at the edge of the courtyard with the other kids. She’s holding two girls by the hand, and when she sees me, she doesn’t run. She nods. Once. Like a soldier. Like someone who’s seen the end of the world and decided to stay anyway.

The night air is cool against my skin, my feet whispering across the dirt as I run, barely disturbing it. My wolf stirs, stretching in the back of my mind, content to enjoy the breeze. “Hey, buddy,” I say to him. “Still not gonna talk today?” He rolls over with a dismissive huff, closing his eyes. “Typical.” I roll mine. If the coordinates are right, this should be the place. My steps fall silent as I spread my pressure outward, feeling through the area. Three Level A alphas linger about ten minutes away. Aside from them, only small creatures scatter through the undergrowth and trees.

Running for the tree line. Away from the fight. Away from _us_. No. No no no. I ran. “KIERAN!” I screamed. He was there. Wolf form, bloody, scooping me onto his back without slowing. We chased. --- *The Trees* She was fast for an old wolf. Desperate. But Kieran was Alpha. And he was _pissed_. He gained. 10 yards. 5 yards. Luna Mother looked over her shoulder. Saw us. Saw death.

Add the fact that their naive Alpha just left two walls barren of protection; this was an easy victory for us all. “So, this Alpha is honestly just exposing half of his pack. Including the walls closest to the safety bunkers? No one in that pack sees the error in this?” Reaper was still sitting on the bench, lost in silent, stunned thought. “Apparently. There is more,” I announced as I turned my attention from the fire and over to Alpha Thorin. Alpha Thorin was a man whom I deeply respected. He fought through hell to save me from myself, and because of that, he built trust and loyalty. I wanted to be the one to share my suspicions with Alpha Thorin first.

The woods are silent. Someone mutters, “Thought this place was supposed to be crawling with different abominations.” “It was,” I say. All heads turn towards me. I hop down from the truck and walk past them. I didn't take permission and I didn't hesitate. Jaxon lets me. I look up the trees where werewolf skulls are being hung as a reminder of the dead. It was a forbidden tradition but I did it anyway. The first skull hangs from a tree branch. It had been bleached, clean, and polished by time and weather.

She wasn't moving, in fact she was barely breathing. The howl that erupted from Kade's throat was primal and devastating. It tore through the night air, shaking the trees, sending every bird within a mile radius scattering into the sky. The sound carried across the pack lands, its was a pure Alpha rage mixed with anguished grief, a declaration that something precious had been harmed and blood would answer for it. Every wolf within hearing distance felt that howl in their bones, felt their Alpha's fury and pain, and knew that someone had made a fatal mistake.

They can smell me, but they can't find me. Then one of them looks up, and even from thirty feet up, in the darkness, I can see the flames of animal lust lighting his eyes. He grunts in excitement and then lets out a deafening, bone-chilling howl of triumph. His companions raise their heads and join in the terrifying music. They saw me. I just hope those freaks don't climb trees. Fortunately, the giant tree I'm trapped in has no branches for the first five meters or so, and the girth of the huge trunk is too big even for the enormous wingspan of these Alphas.