Michelle Wolf Daughter Novels & Stories

“Starting tomorrow, you’re training. Your wolf is a liability, Ellie. If you can’t control her, she’ll end up getting you—or someone else—killed.” Michelle’s grip on her pride finally snapped. She walked to the table and slammed her hands onto the wood. “Training? I never wanted to be one of you! I didn't ask for this!” She grabbed her knife and fork, only to slam them back down onto the porcelain plate with a deafening CLATTER.

On Lisa. My chest tightened. Lisa was dead. Our daughter died with her. That's what they told me. But silver tips were passed from mother to daughter in Silvermoon. And this wolf... the way she moved... Lisa's grace. Lisa's speed. *Impossible. * I pulled out my phone. *Gray wolf. Blue Moon. Silver-tipped fur. Female, mid-twenties. Investigate identity. * If Lisa's daughter survived...if someone had hidden the child... No. Lisa died. I'd mourned for twenty-three years.

I heard Zahra say and I turned to see Zahra walking towards Michelle and I at the dinning table. "Sweetheart" I called as I raised my face and she pecked my cheeks. "There's my favorite God daughter!" Michelle said with a small smile. "I'm your only God daughter!" She replied. "Yeah right whatever!" "Your looking happy today, what's going on with you?!" Michelle asked. "Don't I deserve to be happy?" she replied. "Ofcourse, you do sweetheart but we're interested in knowing the reason for this particular happiness " Michelle replied. "She had some minutes out with her Dad and Dante today " I said and Michelle smiled

I was crying now. My Dad got up and walked over to me, he patted me on the back. "Celly Bug, coming of age is hard for everyone. You need to realize what you planned may not be what's best for you. Trust the Moon Goddess, accept the gifts she gives. That goes for your wolf too. She has a name, Starfire can sense her now. Sometimes the Goddess gives us a challenge to make us appreciate life and her blessings." Dad kissed the top of my head. "You'll figure it out."

I told the driver to drive to her pack which wasn't far from ours to pick her up before we continued our journey to the mall. ******* ALPHA RUFUS'S POV "We won't do that Rufus" Carrie yelled stomping her foot angrily. She came back and after telling me what Zendaya said, I accepted to return her wolf but Carrie wouldn't hear of it. "What do you mean by you will not return her wolf Carrie? Do you not care about your daughter who is suffering in that cell? I asked. I can't believe she's hell-bent on holding on to zendaya's wolf that she would rather allow her daughter rot in jail than release it.

“You want a merger, not a marriage.” “This is about the survival of the pack,” he said, voice dropping into the tone that had always made her bristle. “Not your personal whims.” “I’m not letting a table full of old wolves choose who I wake up next to for the rest of my life.” “You will do your duty.” “I regret answering this call,” she snapped, and hung up before he could say more. Her father’s words had a way of making her feel like she was still sixteen, rebellious but trapped under his thumb.

Bastien looks at me over the top of her head with the open expression, the one that has no wall in it, the one that costs him nothing to show anymore because he has stopped keeping an inventory of what showing it costs. He is smiling. Not almost smiling. Smiling. The real one. I hold my daughter's gaze. Eight months old and she already knows what she is. She is a wolf who was wanted before she existed. She is a record that changed pack law. She is the daughter of a woman who survived and a man who learned to choose and an aunt who stood in her mother's garden in the morning and a great-grandmother who believed and a building that held. She is all of that.

“I'll definitely never forgive you if any harm comes to my goddaughter.” Oh, we had both concluded that it would be a girl. “I don't know if Franklin would want to have her.” I sighed. “C'mon, we both know Franklin would absolutely love anything that comes out of you, not to talk of that sweet little honeycomb you have right there.” Michelle teased, and I playfully punched her. “Will she have Demon-like powers also? Or be the last white Wolf also?” Michelle asked, and I shrugged. “Hopefully, we'll find out.” I winked at her, and she chuckled.

- asked - I met a wolf a while ago, who says that I am her partner, we have met and we are a couple in secret - she says - I don't want to live hidden all my life and she is in danger with this - Is he of supreme lineage? - he nods - Who is it? - Michelle, Frederic's daughter - he says I look at him surprised - if this happens she is also at risk, I can give them their shortcuts, how the weapons are created but I can't attack them myself

He turned his monitor toward me. A birth registry entry from a wolf community in the Southern Reaches. The female wolf, listed as Mira Voss, is recorded as having borne a daughter. No father listed. The date put the child at approximately my age. Mira Voss was listed as deceased two years after the birth, cause unspecified, at twenty-three years old. No pack affiliation. No classification on file. No other records. I read it twice.