Raised By Wolves Novels & Stories

Together, they would face the shadows that threatened to consume them, guided by the fierce determination to protect their bond. As the raider spies closed in, the scent of danger and malice carried on the wind, the trio stood their ground, a united front against the encroaching darkness. The stage was set for a confrontation that would test their resolve, their loyalty, and their very existence. The wolves' primal instincts surged within them, a tide of fury and love, ready to defend their newfound home and the love they had fought so hard to cultivate.

I couldn’t stay there and continue to face the disgrace of that day. My wolf is still weak. From time to time, he would groan within me, maybe to tell me he was still there or a sign of mourning. With every movement on the ground, my body still burned with pain. Whenever my body brushed against a tree or hit a rock, the pain would multiply. However, my will prompted me to continue to move on. If this will be my end, so be it. it was better than staying in the clan where no one cared anymore.

Grace growled again, this time, the sound more menacing and the wolf growled right back. And then I knew. I realized why it stared at me with laughter in its eyes. I was wrong to think Grace’s growling sounded menacing. To this wolf, it must have sounded like a whining pup because when the beast in front of me opened its mouth, a sound that shook the ground filled the air. I found myself ducking even as Grace flinched, taking a step back and lowering her head despite every fibre of my being screaming against showing deference. My teeth gnashed and I fought the force making me lower my head. And as I raised my head, a sigh fell from my lips.

Her wrists were raw from rope burns, her eyes hollow. The pack gathered, silent. Jarek looked up, tears cutting through the grime on his face. “She’s alive.” Selene peered around me, smiling faintly. “Told you.” One by one, the wolves bowed—not to Ryland, but to *her*. --- Dawn brought chaos. Wolves from neighboring packs arrived, drawn by rumors of the “miracle children.” They camped at our borders, demanding blessings, visions, cures. “We’re not saints,” I snapped at a beta clutching a sick pup.

“Do it before it’s too late.” But Caleb just kept glaring up at Kaden’s wolf, his eyes full of anger and hate. He was still fighting the wolf’s weight on him, still pushing back even though it wasn’t looking like he hsd strength left. He was sweating a lot now, his face red and his arms shaking from trying to push Kaden’s wolf off him.

Kaiser growled. The Alphas are all on the verge of tears now. They are indeed the Alphas. Their wolves are stronger than the ordinary wolves. These Alphas were arrogant and thought that they were above all. But these past few days, they discovered that they are as vulnerable as the other wolves when it comes to the witches. Their arrogance is merely an illusion that refused to let them see reality. Without Kyra's help, they would have all been dead by now.

That was some DRAMA that year! It happens. Some wolves are so hormonal by the time they get out there that their wolf loses sight completely and just claims the first she-wolf he finds and then rapes her. They call it being ‘lust drunk’. Luckily, alpha’s are stronger and have more resolve than other wolves so I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about there. I just needed to pray that I didn’t pick up MY mates scent tonight. “Line up on the edge of the pavement.” Everyone lines up elbow to elbow practically to have room for everyone to make a straight single file line across the back patio of the pack house.

Alpha Romanov shrunk to the back of the room, visibly shaken by his open wounds. Caleb was too committed to give up now, he lunged at Alexander, and they began am almighty tussle. They were both huge, imposing wolves, the frenzy in Caleb’s eyes matched by the power and discipline in Alexanders purple flashes. They pounced back and forth, jaws snapping at each other trying to find an advantage. Suddenly four large wolves from Five Lakes charged into the blazing room howling with anger and all charged at Alexander. Hugely outnumbered he fought valiantly heaving wolves away and slashing with razor claws at their flesh.

The extensive tour of the pack grounds proved to be surprisingly informative. Uncle Marco, with his exuberant personality, led the way, while Cree offered quiet, insightful elaborations. The training grounds were particularly impressive, with warriors organized into specialized groups. The "Donated" wolves, those with magical aptitudes, were divided into four subcategories: ignis (fire), glacies (ice), terra (earth), and caeli (air). Those less magically inclined formed the Bellator combat group, leveraging their speed and strength. The presence of hybrid trainers for the magically gifted wolves was a unique and impactful addition.

Lana's gasp of terror could be heard as she looked out the window, Maddie's cries still audible over the sound of my snarling and the rogues' growling as they closed in. "Maddie go in your bedroom, sweetheart," Lana called softy, and the shake in her voice gave me all the motivation I needed to lunge forward, taking down the biggest wolf with me. The wolves around us howled and yipped in excitement as our teeth and claws collided. They weren't prepared for the kind of fight I was willing to give to protect my family. I latched my teeth down, getting a hold of his throat as he kicked and bucked to get me to release my jaw.