Papa Wolf And The Puppy Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

"Will the answer to that question could make me feel even better, huh? With all due respect, Alpha Marcos, if you're just here to tell me a story, you're just wasting your time. I'm not interested in who that wolf is and how lucky his firstborn son is. Just go away. I want to be alone." "Would that make you feel even better if I would say that male wolf I'm talking to you is your papa?" He asked with a smile on his face. "What?" Undeniably, I got stunned and dumbfounded by the sudden revelation. But the one thing that confused and amazed me the most was about papa's letter writing. I'm not even aware of this existed. Either of them had mentioned to me that papa was also fond of writing lette

Anger surged into Jasper's features, as he frowned hard, the scene of his pup getting killed permeating his mind. Although he wasn't present, he knew every nitty gritty, every precise little detail of the scenery regarding his little pup's death. Somewhere in his mind, he could hear his pup cry, desperate and unfortunate, "Papa!" While his throat was being slit by the heartless human, wolf hunter. As he remembered how would play with the baby, his orbs were instantly filled with indignation. When his pup was still a toddler, he had learned to say "Papa" first.

His eyes barely catch glimpses of the bad wolves running through their destroyed home, the angry flames on their side as it forced its way into the Ashborn pack houses and through trees. The Alpha keeps running as fast as he can and doesn’t stop, the little wolf tries to keep up to him as they run through many trees. Everything became darker and darker the farther and farther they went away from the pack… and from his mama. Caierre screams as a bad wolf jumps out at papa. He tackles him, sending Caierre in the air. Caierre landed on the floor with a thump and he let out a soft cry of pain. He tries to push himself up but everything hurts. He looked across to see his papa fighting the bad wol

My wolf is restless, pacing within me, wanting to be close to her, to protect her in every possible way. Calm down. I rub my head because his pacing is making me agitated. But he entirely ignores me as he keeps on repeating the same word again and again. Pup. Pup. Instantly, picking up the cake, I get inside the car and head towards Sophia. Something is not right, because I can feel it in my heart and the way my wolf is restless. ***

The first time Papa let me into his study alone, I was nine. I wasn’t supposed to touch anything. Naturally, I touched everything. His fountain pens. The heavy globe in the corner. The tiny brass horse on the bookshelf. Then I found the wolf tucked into the back of a hidden drawer beneath the bookshelf. It sat all by itself. Small. Crooked. Ugly. Perfect. I picked it up immediately. "Can I keep it?" Papa looked up from his papers. For a long time, he just watched me holding it in my small hands. Then... he smiled. Not politely. Not absentmindedly. The kind of smile that made him look years younger.

Clear movement, catching his eye and a grey and white wolf pup suddenly jumps from the shadows and up onto a rock a few feet from him. In his thoughts he hears the pup,"Hi! Are you the Alpha of the Black Water Pack?" Still surprised at the pup's sudden appearance. "Yes, where are your parents’ pup?" This pup looked too young to be in the dream realm. It just wasn't safe for him and if he is this small, he will be fodder for practically anything in the dream realm. "Mom's asleep and she doesn't come here. But I come here looking for you. You are so hard to find. Why didn't you come when Mom left the letter for you? Uncle Greg I want to come home. Mom needs help but she won't ask for it."

"It's so dark and it's getting colder. I decide I have to try to start a fire. I'm looking for sticks trying to stay focused. Someone jumped on me from behind, pushing me down on my stomach. I try to stand up, but they're pinning me. I feel...fur. It's an animal. It's going to eat me. Then I feel it bite down on my leg. The pain...it's unbearable. I can feel it chewing my muscle. I wish it would have started with my neck, so I wouldn't have to feel this." Clara's voice caught in her throat. She took a shaky breath and continued. "I'm trying to move, but it's too heavy. Then out of nowhere it's gone. I don't care what happened, but I know I need to get moving. I try to stand, but my leg gives

Luna clapped a hand over her own mouth, eyes huge. “Papa who?” Lyra asked very evenly. Luna mumbled into her palm. “No one.” “Luna,” Lyra said. Luna shifted her weight, eyes darting away. “I saw a papa at the park,” she blurted. “He pushed his pup on the swing. He smelled like you and like… that man at the hospital.” Lyra’s breath left her in a sharp, silent exhale. Luna chewed her lip. “My wolf says I have a papa,” she added, tentative. “Is he bad?”

Not this one anyhow. Lucy begins heating my entire body, fur sprouts from little spots on my skin and I can’t control it. She pushes her shift before I can even try to protest. Once on all fours, she’s off and running. When a howl breaks out into the still night air, it’s as if my heart stops. Her eyes dart everywhere, and it breaks out again. Her feet pound the earth, pushing with all her might. When she sees him, the huge and magnificent rusty brown wolf, she doesn’t say a word. Instead, she completely shocks me by falling to her back legs and baring her neck.

To the Enforcer, it clearly looked like the hesitation of a troubled mind. He sighed, his demeanor becoming carefully detached. “I would suggest you seek a Healer’s counsel at the infirmary first. If there was a failure in a sacred rite, we can involve the Elder Council. But likely… your wolf is grieving, creating phantoms to fill a hollow den.” “No. I am reporting a pup-theft! A violation of the Bloodline Laws!” “Please, remain calm—” “I am calm!” I slammed my palm on the stone counter. The sound cracked through the hall. “The Seer Seraphina of the Moon Circle stole my pup! Investigate her!”