Moto Pups: Pups Vs The Ruff Ruff Pack Novels & Stories

And why is it that Moon Lake pretty much forces its low-ranking pups to go to the Academy, as well as pups from Moon Lake, Salt Mountain, and North Border, but they leave the Last Pack alone? Are they really as uneducated as everyone says? When we played “Last Pack” as pups, we’d always grunt and speak in monosyllables. Where did we get that idea? Justus is just as articulate as any Quarry Pack male. Maybe more so, honestly. We were probably imitating our own males with the grunts. I’m still terrified—about ferals and his pack and what if something happens to him and I’m left alone—but for the first time in maybe forever, I’m also curious.

Heather had somehow covered her bases and would probably give birth to pups who belonged to both her mates in one go. Jules sat with Heather, as her pup wasn’t leaving the blanket yet. She wasn’t ready to crawl or walk yet. Lukas and Jonathon Rose’s two loved their friends, and that included the newcomer, little Jasmine. Jules wanted to keep the pack naming the female pups after plants. She’d been stuck for ages between Jasmine and Rowan. Mikey would join them later once he’d finished programming some part of a new security system. They had a client that was demanding it. Something about an angry vampire wanting to take revenge or something.

As we emerged from the shelter of the Pack House we were greeted by several pack members and even some of the pups. “Ceddy! Ceddy!” A young pup, by the name of Grant, and about the age of four came running up, wrapping his arms around my legs. “Well hello to you too, Grant.” I scooped him up into my arms, “Have you been behaving while I was gone?” “Yes! I protected Mama from da monsters!” “Monsters? What kind of monsters?” “Dust Bwundies.” “Oh my. Did you have to venture into the dark shadow lands of Underus Bedius?”

We had a huge bouncy house, pony rides, magic, even dragon rides courtesy of Dragus and some members from his thrall. Food stands, face painting. You name it; we had it. Even the Alpha team came with their pregnant Luna’s, but as always Lucius decided it would be funny to bring Nerf guns for all the pups and so the pups went to war against the adults. I sat it out. But I had Mal participate on our behalf. It was a brilliant day. Even though the adults lost miserably to the pups only because Helios and Xander joined the pup’s side.

The training grounds, where pups learned the ways of the pack now stood silent with the scent of smoke eclipsing the earthy scent of the forest that had always been a cool place in our pack The she-wolves, the pack's he-wolves's mates trembled as they sort shelters to lay their heads. They could still hear the echo of their own screams, the desperate cry for help that died in their throat when the rogues' brutal gazes met their own. I watched the rogues promise them mercy and to spare the elders and pups if they surrendered and let them have them, but their words were hollow. They knew his promises were as meaningless as the smoke rising from the ruins of buildings plus it was an insult to t

Wolfmart apparently thinks I’m trying to celebrate every holiday known to man in one day—Christmas tree aisles next to Halloween costumes, and a turkey sale announcement blaring from the speakers. Meanwhile, I was just trying to survive with four miniature hurricanes who shared my DNA. Three pups. One rabbit. Four very loud children. And the wolfmart? The pack house? One tantrum away from total destruction. “Mommy! Mommy!” The call came from my eldest—by a whopping one second—August, closely followed by his twin, Ryan.

Issa, her grey wolf, lay curled around six tiny babies. One was pale grey and white. Another, a deep orange. A third matched Issa’s grey. The fourth had silvery flecks scattered through its fur. And the last two were pitch black, like shadows with paws. “Oh my heavens, they’re so cute!” I squealed, giddy as a child. Caden laughed. Baylee’s face lit up with the first smile I’d seen all day. “What are they?” Drake asked, pointing to one of the black pups. “I love that one. It’s so fluffy!”

Zoe asked Ryder. "Our wolves don't come until we're five. Pups are still more resilient than human children but are more fragile than they'll be once they have their wolf." He answered, watching her expression when he said pups. This was something they hadn't talked about yet. "You call werewolf children pups?" Zoe asked, looking at Jessi. "Yes. Why don't we finish eating, and then we can talk about all this?" Ryder asked, not wanting Zoe to freak out in front of everyone when they talked about going into heat.

Victorious. Walking back to the heart of our camp, I couldn't help but notice the joyful faces around us. Young children tumbled and played, their energy contagious. And as the pups, babies born during their parents on their wolf forms, caught sight of me, their Luna, their tails wagged furiously, tongues lolling in canine grins. Their excitement was palpable, their loyalty unwavering. I crouched down, allowing the pups to swarm around me, nuzzling and licking in affectionate frenzy. Their innocence and exuberance were a bright contrast to the violence of battle, a reminder of why we fought so fiercely—to give a better future to our young ones.

"The Alpha of the Black Stone Pack is only available today." "But I feel sick…" "You are my Luna," he interrupted. "The pack's needs come first, Elena. Before your feelings, before anyone's." A chill ran down my spine. This was not the same man who had so tenderly bandaged my ankle last night. "Fine," I said, all energy to argue gone. "I'll get dressed." An hour later, Marcus's convoy was waiting in the driveway. Three black, armored SUVs, each manned by our pack's most elite warriors.