Romans & histoires Mommy Wolf

She opens her eyes wide and says, “No. Wait, will we see their wolves?” “Yeah. What do you think about the idea?” “Wow! I love it, mommy. Will I have a wolf too?” “Well, it seems that way, baby.” “Yay!” Celebrate by jumping around. Then she pauses and looks at me seriously as she says, “Mommy, why don’t you have a wolf?” “Your daddy says I have one. She’s just asleep.” I watch as Maddie nods silently as she remains immersed in her thoughts. “Don’t doubt Peter. If he tells you that you have a wolf, then you must believe that it is true.” I frown at what I just heard. Apparently, my conscience has its own opinion.

My relief of seeing what seemed to be the outline of mom was short lived. "Mom!." I scream on top of my voice as a large brown wolf slash into her furred back, I know mom's wolf, she a light shade of brown. But another wolf, bright red, I recognize as Eloise joins the fight, tearing the other brown apart. Eloise was fast and fierce.

“What pack she might have come from, perhaps…?” She opened her mouth, poised to answer my question, but nothing came out at first. “I… I don’t know, actually,” she tentatively said after a while. “My father never told me anything about her. He always avoided the subject whenever I brought it up.” “You don’t need him to get answers. We can figure out what your mother might’ve been by the size of your wolf.” Maeve blinked. “My wolf?” “Yes. One’s rank determines what size wolf one has. Alpha wolves grow up to six feet tall and are built for battle, but omega wolves can stand as much as a foot shorter, with significantly less prowess and muscle mass,” I explained. “How big is your wolf?”

Looking through the photos, I fell asleep. "You have turned into a handsome young man. I see life has been mistreating you." A female voice similar to my mother's. I followed the voice through the grassy meadow, where I saw this amazing wolf. The wolf had tan fur with streaks of brown. The wolf's eyes were hazel; they reminded me of my mother's. As I walked closer, I saw my mother rubbing this beautiful wolf. I ran into her arms, crying. She hugged me tight until my tears ran dry. Your wolf is gorgeous, I told her. We sat there for a while, rubbing her wolf together.

We’re only a mile or so from the pack borders when the howl goes up. Immediately, my mother hands me her bag. “Get on my back.” She says, then shifts into her wolf. I climb on her back and she takes off. My mother may not have been born an Alpha female, but she has been mated to an Alpha wolf and been a Luna for over a decade. Not only that, but she is determined to keep me safe. She runs as fast as she can.

Cole had been thinking about that for a while. "What's a Wolf Moon?" Katy was so quiet she almost wasn't heard. "The Wolf Moon is the full moon in January. For 2012 it will be January 8th. Doesn't give us much time. The Native Americans called the full moon the Wolf Moon because they heard wolves howling so much in the winter when they were hunting for food. But the Wolf Moon is also thought of to be special for us. They say if you mate under the Wolf Moon it makes females more fertile and they have more multiple births. In fact, all of the twins and triplets in the pack have been conceived from matings that were completed under the Wolf Moon." Carr's voice dropped off as he thought about wh

Every day seemed bigger than the last. Everyone was in their wolf form today. Miriam and I stood opposite, with beautiful giant wolves on each side. My father’s salt and pepper wolf was the largest. Magnus and Ghost’s black wolves were just as muscular but less bulky. Diesel’s brown wolf was the smallest but the most spry. “Using your powers, I want you to neutralize the situation without causing harm to each wolf,” Miriam’s voice cut through the tense air, setting the stage for a challenging training session.

I heard a woman's voice from afar, the moment we stepped in. "How?" I asked, turning to my mom. "Don't underestimate her. She's a spiritual wolf, but was banished from the Paxon pack years back," my Mom whispered.

Elders taught pups by sitting, not by speaking fast. Warriors laid down their scars next to healers and let the wind take some of the weight. And for the first time in 3000 years, something happened that no one expected. A wolf forgot. Her name was Mara. Age 40. Mother of two. Moon swirled pink and white. She lived near Em’s Tree. She wove baskets from living branches. She sang to her pups at night. She woke up one morning and did not remember her mother’s name.

Mom threatened. "What exactly can you do? I would really like to see what you can do. Mother and daughter are both wolfless and powerless." She sneered. Mom is wolfless too? Does that mean I didn't get my wolf because mom doesn't have hers too? Is this a normal thing from my maternal family? "And who told you I don't have a wolf? So you believed what that dirty lover of yours told you?" Mom scoffed. "I have a wolf and I'm not afraid to show her to you."