Millennial Wolf Book Novels & Stories

Dropped it in the trash bag. "Elara?" One of the helpers held up a spiral-bound book. "What about this?" Our six-year memory book. Never finished. Pages and pages. Photos from the beginning. The middle. All the good parts. I took it from her. Ripped out the pages one by one. Dropped them in the bag. "Burn it," I said. When I looked up, Seraphina stood in the doorway. Watching. Smiling. "Want to know why the pack physician said you weren't pregnant?"

In the center of the room sat a single book, its cover worn, its pages yellow with age. "This is the unfinished story," the Observer said. "Read it. Complete it." I approached the book with trembling paws. I opened it and began to read. The story was about a wolf named Mira. Not the Mira I knew. A different Mira. A wolf who had lived long ago, in a time before the bridge, before the cradles, before everything I had built. She had been a weaver, like me. She had woven stories of hope and healing, of love and transformation. But she had not been able to complete her final story.

Huge is an understatement of how the library looks. “You're cute.” Billie says, looking at me softly. I ignore her and run to the first section of books. They are so pretty laid out that I don't want to stain them with my touch. I've found my spot here. “Where can I find books on wolves?” “Come with me,” Billie leads us to another section at the end of the library. I wonder why it's this far. “Humans with wolves are called werewolves and werewolves are blessed with a second half which are called soulmates,” she plucks out different books and places them on the small coffee table.

I smiled and nodded. "Give me a minute; I'll be right back." She gave me the book and went away. I searched through the colorful book for more pictures until they were through while waiting for her to return. Soon I started on another book in the box. Unfortunately, most of the books were just words, and I could not read them yet. As I was about to give up searching for more books with pictures, I found one. I opened it, and I was surprised to see what it was all about. I couldn't read, but the picture of a white wolf with the same marking as mine allowed me to know that this book was not any ordinary book. It was a book about my pack, The River Pack Members. Why did Madison have a book abou

I respected him for it. “I want someone to pay,” he growled, the menace in his voice made even my wolf chuckle happily. Well, ok. I was a ruthless bastard and there was no way I did anything that didn’t to some degree line up with my plans. The wolf in front of me had a reason to hate the Blackwood pack as much as I did, and he WAS a pure Beta wolf – a rarity these days. I’d be stupid to let such an opportunity pass me by…

Rollo perked up, waiting for Jack’s answer. “No. Why?” Beta Jack was clearly confused. “On my run today, I ran along the creek. I came upon a wolf. I didn’t recognize the scent and I didn’t recognize the wolf’s eyes when I looked into them. The wolf was a red wolf. She was absolutely beautiful. Her scent was intoxicating. I felt so at peace when I was sitting with her.” I shook my head, realizing that I must sound completely sappy as I talk with Jack.

Clara felt like she stepped into a time warp. "Since you're a...new wolf you will be at the bottom," Roxy said. "Sorry about that, but maybe someday a solider will take interest in you, then you could move up." "Or you could get pregnant," Nicole added. "Yeah!" Roxy didn't hide her excitement. "When you're pregnant and have a young kid the Alpha takes pity on you, but unless the father is someone important once your kid is a teenager you lose the respect again." Clara's mouth hung open. She had a Master's degree in art preservation. These women seemed to think getting pregnant was a respectable way to get ahead.

One less wolf wouldn't matter to anyone but her daughter. Let them think it was a simple murder. Let Millie believe her mother was just an ordinary woman who'd been poisoned by a jealous mistress. The truth—that June Oslo was a werewolf, that Millie herself carried that supernatural blood—would die with me. It was the only victory I had left. And after thirty years, when I was an old woman who'd served her time? Maybe then I'd write a book. Tell the real story. Though no one would ever believe it.

Rah shuffled through it and then dropped it disappointed, “It just explains how a clan is your friend or foe. No mention of oldest, deadliest clans.” “Let’s first look for the book that talks about the oldest and most dangerous clans, okay?” Arthur suggested. “And keep an eye out for any mention of the red wolf, okay.” “Red wolf as in Mila?” Rah asked with raised eyes. “You knew Mila is a wolf?” Arthur gasped. “I suspected it. I have seen a glint of the red wolf in the past few days, you know since she came here, but never properly. Also, her hair is red, which usually is the color of the fur of the wolf, isn’t it?” Rah deduced.

Glory opened her mouth to speak but Rick cut her off “In a another 20 years you can do and say anything you want but for now keep your mouth shut and go to your room and get ready” Glory rammed past Jake and headed into her room to get dressed, and that left Jake with a question about what Rick meant. Of course Rick had been reading Jake's mind when he was thinking this and told him to follow him. Rick and Jake headed to the fourth floor which up until this moment Jake didn't know even existed. Once they got up the last flight of stairs there wasn't a hallway. Just a large black metal door with a old padlock on it. Rick forced Jake to turn around while he put the code in. Once he was down J