Lucian's Regret Unknown Wolf Series Novels & Stories

"Lucian, I think you should consider all possibilities. Just because..." "Lucas, you know I'm a wolf," Lucian interrupted, his voice filled with frustration. "We wolves aren't heavy sleepers. I would wake up if a needle dropped, but that night she left, until she packed all her stuff, I didn't even move. I woke up late the next morning, as if I had been drugged. The strangest part is that wolves don't get drunk, nor do drugs have any effect on us. But... but something happened, Lucas." Lucian raised his hands in frustration, his voice trailing off.

Lucian was suddenly furious, looking like he would rise from his seat and go fight Dominic in that very instant. “No, I mean, we fought, but I’m okay,” I said, placing a hand on his leg to keep him in place. “I’m just so angry at him, and so sad that it turned out the way it did, and so afraid that we can’t come back from this.” Lucian said nothing, but the tightness in his jaw told me he had a lot of opinions on the matter. “I can’t tell anyone about losing my wolf to him— I haven’t even told him— I trust that you won’t either?”

I wanted to run out there, to do something, anything, but I stayed rooted as ordered, eyes locked on the brutal exchange. Finally, Lucian seemed to have made up his mind. The hesitation vanished. His wolf’s form became a blur of pure power and lethal intent. He fought back desperately now — no more restraint, no more mercy for the elder’s rank. One powerful leap, a precise and devastating bite to the throat, and it was over. The old wolf collapsed instantly, its body twitching once before going still. Silence fell heavily over the area. Lucian stood over the body, breathing hard, his wolf form bloodied but victorious. Relief crashed through me so strongly my knees almost gave out.

Allison's POV "How are they?" Walking into the room, I asked Tiana. "They were tranquilized to sleep. Two of them..." She shook her head dejectedly. Sighing I nodded. All my years as Luna, this is the most difficult part of the job. Having to console a wolf who lost their partner. It is a feeling that I hope to never experience. Some weres are never able to heal from such and they end up being aggressive. "Where are they?" I asked referring to the weres that have shown aggressive tendencies.

he asked with a glint in his eyes. I gritted my teeth in annoyance. He already knows that I lied. He just wants to hear me admit it with my mouth. “All of them. I lied,” I admitted, my cheeks burning with shame. “I remember everything, the torture, the stoning, the execution. Everything.” A sly smirk rose on his lips. “It feels good to hear you admit that you’re such a liar.” “What would you have me do? Lycans and wolves naturally don’t see eye to eye and I fell right into your palms,” I snapped in frustration. “Now that it’s all in the open, are you satisfied?”

I sprint faster but I don’t see the large wolf that lunges from the darkness. Massive jaws are aimed for my throat but in a split second, Lucian shifts and tackles the wolf to the ground. I don’t break speed, gunning for the male that’s nearly overwhelmed. He must be powerful to have held them off for this long but there’s only so much he can do in his human form before the wolves rip him apart. Just then, one of the wolves tears deep gashes into his arm and he yells in pain before stabbing sharp claws into the wolf’s side, doing only minimal damage. Behind him, another wolf lunges for the kill and I let a dagger fly, hitting jackpot as it slams into the wolf’s eye socket. The rest of the wo

her wolf protested, “he is our fated mate, Anna, and we are meant to be together… goodness… that scent…” That proved that it was a lost cause. Her wolf was already caught up in the rapturous feeling of perceiving Lucian’s scent which smelt like many things but smelt irresistibly good. He was close by, and that meant that she would have to resume running soon enough. “Anna,” he called out to her just before she could pick up the pace again. “Just wait for a moment.” Lucian watched, barely keeping himself from springing toward her to take a closer look at her wolf's shimmering white fur which had everyone mesmerized. He had only heard of a white wolf in legends, but then that moment felt like

--- *Midnight — Attack* They came at midnight. Not Council. _Wolves_. Rogue pack. 50. Eyes _blank_. Moving like _one_. _Four_. He couldn’t take us. So he took _them_. “_Give us Seven_,” they said. All of them. At once. _Harmony_. _Wrong_. “_Give us Seven and the _hunger_ stops_.” Kieran shifted. Black wolf. _Massive_. “_Never_.” The rogues _charged_. And Lyra _stepped forward_.

His wolf was similar to mine, silver-furred and innocent. “Ow!” I winced as I stepped down from the bed. Liam stared at me with cute, glowing, innocent eyes. I shuffled closer and fondled its neck. Tears trickled down my cheeks. Niamh pranced in joy, seeing her mate transform. Liam grunted and I laughed. I wrapped around its neck and pushed my body against its soft, comfy fur. Lucian is the evil one, not his wolf. Liam suddenly raised its leg, pushing me away. It moved back, still staring innocently at me. It turned to the window, jumping out. Lucian is such an evil soul. He wouldn’t even allow me to enjoy the moment. I sniffed and returned to the bed. ~Lucian~

It was at this point Lucian regretted not having a weapon with him and the only thing he had close to a weapon were his claws that are now outstretched and ready for action. He took a few steps forward but was made to turn around swiftly when he felt a cold, strange breeze blow past the back of his neck but on turning around Lucian saw no one. He was so sure that someone was inside there with him but what he doesn't know is who this person is and what they want, however something is telling him it's not going to be good. “I am an Alpha wolf and I will have your head. Show yourself!" Lucian threatened, then came the cold feeling when a sick, unusual laughter erupted.