Millenium Wolves Novelas e Histórias

Anaki had always wanted to hear about Moon and Kurgi's 'sin against nature' for a long time. "You and Rex's beta would get along just fine with the braicell between the two of you.!" Kit chuckled, making Rex smile, thinking of him. "Only 3 wolves in Creation have dared to go against Nature, committing the most forbidden law, 'Wolves are born...not turned'. The first wolf to do this was Winter Wolf, I was the second, and Rex you were the last, but you certainly won't be the last." Moon recalled Anatashi's words from this morning.

"I am trying to think of the best way to say this...you are home." "What?" Clara felt her nerves rise. "You're a member of the pack, we all live here. Let me give you a tour." He started towards her and Clara raised her arms, taking a step back. "Live here? Where is here? Who is this pack?" "We're in the mountains, about fifty miles outside of Laramie, no other town is closer. The pack is all wolves, we live and work together, and are for the most part self-sufficient. We are a larger pack, numbering eighty-two now that you've joined us."

Mykel’s wolf was silver, a breed of wolf known for their extraordinary gifts. This year was our turn to hold the annual Alpha meeting. Ever since Mykel stepped up and took over from his father, he had avoided each one with the excuse he wasn’t ready. But not this year, had we refused to accommodate it would have been seen as a great disrespect to the surrounding packs as well as those who are coming from further away.

He cleared his throat, turned toward me with the slow deliberateness of a man who has made a decision about how much to give, and began. "The Eucharist bloodline is rare in a way that most wolves have stopped understanding the word rare," he said. "It does not surface in every generation or every century, perhaps once in a hundred thousand years, and when it does, it comes with a cost. It has always come with a cost." His eyes found mine and held them. "The five packs that carry the oldest claim to that history are the Silver Fang, the River Moon, the Black Moon, the Celestial, and the Blood Moon. These are the packs considered strong enough to ascend, when ascension is even possible at all.

Silver water burst upward, drenching the slope in a spray that shimmered like broken glass. Shapes emerged from the churn—shadowed, shifting things that almost held form but didn’t. They landed in the mud, four-legged, skeletal outlines flashing white before turning flesh. Mireya hissed a curse. “Wolves.” They weren’t theirs. The moment Kaelen saw their eyes, he knew—mirror-born, reflections of the pack that once hunted here. Their pelts glowed faintly, silver under the crimson moon, and their growls were too even, like a sound rehearsed by something that didn’t understand breathing.

"This interfering bitch is mine. Kill the rest of them..." She had hoped to frighten them and make them leave. They evidently had no intention of being thwarted from their task. "Stay behind me," Mila ordered to the wolves, shifting the weight to the balls of her feet as she tried to try to anticipate how the vampires would strike. She had no idea if the wolves would listen to her, it was a wonder they weren't snapping at her as it was. They must have been able to sense that she wasn't a threat to them, however, that seemed a moot point. There was no way in hell she could hold the vampires off for any length of time. They were all doomed, unless the Justice Seeker came. *****

Others, like Tessa’s, had only just begun to rise. I leaned over the table, palms planted hard against the wood. “Let’s break it down,” I said, voice calm but edged with steel. “We need numbers. We need clarity. And we need to move fast.” Victor stepped forward, eyes sharp. “As of now, we’ve confirmed eleven packs solidly aligned with us - Red Hollow, Frost Hills, Shadow Pines, and the loner clans from the Northern Ice Verge among them. That gives us roughly four to five thousand wolves, with about half battle-trained.”

“They burned the homes. Slaughtered those who resisted. The few survivors fled into the woods, starving, hunted, desperate. Among them were children, elders, healers… people who had no place left to go.” “Did they survive?” Samantha asked. “They would have died,” Mira said. “If not for a wolf.” Samantha blinked. “A wolf?” “She came from the east,” Mira said. “From a pack called Dawncrest. A pack that followed the old ways honoring the balance of moon and earth. The Dawncrest wolves were rare. Powerful. And their Alpha… Her name is Malia.” The name shivered through Samantha like a forgotten song.

Wolves stood on the porch, on the stairs, pressed against walls, offering their silent support. This was what a good pack looked like; unified, fierce, protective. Ready to tear the world apart for one of their own. Inside, Milo remained unconscious, breathing shallowly, caught somewhere between life and the dark. But he wasn’t alone. Not while the pack stood watch.

She shook out. *Where the heck are we anyhow, hopefully lover boy knows the way back,* Mila said. *I don’t want to go back, ever,* I said, matter of fact. I heard some howls in the distance and without a second thought Mila howled back, wanting to find the others. Wolves obviously prefer to run in a group or a pack, and stick together. It’s better for hunting too. Damien started making motions with his hands and Mila cocked her head to the side. He held a finger up to his mouth, indicating we should be quiet. What?