Mr Wolf And Diane Novels & Stories

--- Twenty minutes later, I was standing at the boundary of my territory watching twenty-three Eastern Pack wolves circle the Sterling Industries warehouse like they owned it. Forty of my wolves stood at my back, perfectly silent, perfectly controlled. Waiting for my command. Sophie had done exactly what I'd ordered. Professional. Disciplined. Not one wolf out of position. And at the front of Marcus's formation, wearing a smile that promised violence, was the man himself. Marcus Kane had come to my territory. Personally. Brought twenty-three wolves across my boundary in the middle of a political dinner where visiting Alphas could witness every detail of my response.

They all look terrified, scrambling to get away as suits get shredded into pieces, flying all over the place. "No! No need for that. My boss just wants his audience." The man spreads his arms, gesturing for people to calm down. "Sorry love, the wedding can continue after that." He winks at me. Then he points at the windows, where the dark eyes of more wolves peer inside. The place is surrounded.

She said, taking a sip of the coffee he had also purchased for her. “Who is Diane?” he asked. Aurora asked at how he is always forgetting the name of her wolf and if she says he is doing it intentionally, he will say she is trying to blame for forgetting things. “My wolf of course.” She whispered as she saw the cashier grinning at James.

His fists, already clenched, slapped her hand away and left. “You hot-tempered brat. But I’m still your teacher here!” Diane yelled, no louder than her voice. “Grumpy boy.” Diane glared at the young wolves who had been staring at her and Lyall. “What are you looking at? Aren’t you going to eat your food?” The young wolves quickly went back to eating without saying a word. Diane watched Lyall leave in silence. ***

“You’re enjoying this.” I turned, meeting the tired but amused gaze of my oldest friend. He was taller than most wolves, leaner, and perpetually looking like he hadn’t slept in a decade. Too much time in labs, not enough time in the sun. “Enjoying what?” I asked, arching a brow. He tilted his head toward Diane. She was standing her ground, eyes blazing as she tore into Lila and Maya with that sharp tongue of hers. Watching her work was almost… impressive.

Diane said, pausing to swallow a lump before continuing. "It’s been a while since I felt like my new husband isn’t safe, but believing you’re around, I have the trust in you to save him regardless of how evil he’s been to you in the past. But the news about how wolves are trying to stone you to death reached me, and after coming down here, the wolves stopped me from getting inside," Diane explained, and I sat up, eager to hear the next part of the story. "I’m Diane, and I am unstoppable when I’m about to get things done myself," Diane praised herself, and her eyes darkened. I saw the change in her eye color with my naked eyes, and fear seeped into my chest.

He called as they started walking down the corridor. I dropped my wine glass on the table and went after them. Diane was wearing a beautiful flowery dress that flowed to her ankles. Her hair was left loose to hang just below her shoulders. She gave me a small smile and I returned it. My wolf made double flips in excitement as we set our eyes on her but as usual, I stuffed it in. We got to the beach and chairs had already been prepared for us. There was even a little mat and a ball for Owen to play with.

"Maybe being the man who paints the bird is the only job that actually matters now." The waitress, a woman with tired eyes and a name-tag that said Marge, brought over a plate of steaming, unremarkable hash browns. As she set the plate down, her thumb brushed against the scar on Ethan’s wrist. She didn't flinch. She didn't scan his biometric data. She just smiled. "You kids look like you’ve been through a war," she said, pouring coffee that smelled like scorched earth. "Eat up. The road doesn't get any shorter if you're hungry."

She said to the guys grinning wide, like a predator to its prey. "To please the lady of course. Why don't you get our coffee Walter, while I keep the girls entertained." Ralph took a seat next to Diane, while I roll my eyes at him. Diane had this confident and welcoming aura around her, making people comfortable. Not to mention her beautiful feature, of her slender body. Topped off with her red short bob hair, spiking her already spunky attitude. She could make quite a pair with Ralph and his bad boy looks, I thought to myself.

I asked Diane, observing closely. She laughed at my curiosity and told me we were waiting for someone. “Oh, there he is." Her face beamed with a grin at the sight of him. When I turned to see who he was, everyone was on their feet already. It was Madoff! He possesses such power and influence yet unknown to him tonight was his last. “Madoff on sight." I muttered slowly under my breath and Antonio confirmed that he was alert from his end. Diane revealed to me that she wanted to play against Madoff tonight. She sounded enthusiastic when I asked how she would do that.