Mad Wolf Novels & Stories

"Marc disappoints me. I expected so much from him." "Emerson, what exactly is it? Tell me, no matter what it is, just tell me." I had a hunch that what Emerson was about to say would be very helpful to me. "Not long after Marc was rejected by Abigail, he suddenly regretted what he had done. I went to ask the doctor in the pack. I was told that a drug had been found in his system. The doctor said this kind of drug has an aphrodisiac effect on werewolves." Emerson said painfully.

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”

I stood before the mirror, trembling. “Come out!” I screamed. My voice cracked. “Come out, damn you!” But there was no answer. “You're supposed to be my wolf companion! My protector! How could you, how could you kill him?” My breath came in ragged sobs. “You monster… You coward! Show yourself!” My wolf didn’t speak. It was like she’d buried herself deep inside me, ashamed, or worse… indifferent. I collapsed to the floor, broken and breathless, tears searing down my cheeks. I curled into myself, praying that this was all a nightmare, that I’d wake up and find my father humming in the kitchen, that the arena had never happened, that my wolf had never emerged.

My wolf ! Noooooo !

'Madonna! I cried out happily when I saw the familiar face running with me and by her side as she held Kayden's hand, who was also running with us. She ran with us out of the house, and I looked over Madonna's shoulder at Daddy. He was still fighting the big, scary wolf. I watched in joy as Daddy jumped on the wolf's back, tearing his furry skin out, and the wolf whined out in pain. Daddy is winning.

“Mommy, please. Just one word?” Hudson knelt in the dirt, smoothing Madison’s hair. He knew he couldn't hide the truth from the girl. “Madison, your mother’s wolf is very tired. A bad person used a trick to make her spirit go to sleep for a while. She knows you’re her pup, but she’s lost her voice in the woods. You have to be her guide now, okay?” Madison sniffled, nodding bravely. She didn't fully understand "neurotoxins," but she understood being tired. “Okay,” she whispered. “It’s like when I had the swamp-fever and didn't want to hunt or play.”

He didn't have the primal vigor to break a high-caste female like this. "Mother... Brooke... that low-blooded stray set me up! I am going to rip her throat out!" Madison’s voice broke into a jagged sob as she collapsed against the doorframe, her rage spilling out in a torrent of tears. Between gasps for air, Madison recounted the horror of the neutral zone, the swapped cups, and the rogue wolves who had claimed her in the dirt.

My heart skipped as I ran to the door to escape but tell me why the door was locked. The big wolf scratched its claws across my back, tearing off my flesh through my clothes. I screamed as I felt a crushing pain tear my skin apart.