Ralph Wreck-it Ralph Novels & Stories

I responded with a smile, trying to hide the graze on my wrist. "I told you to be careful! I don't know what will happen to me if you get hurt like that." His honeyed voice sang with fear and worry. I found myself smiling. Ralph was the son of our reigning alpha, alpha Edwin Bowman, and soon, he would take his father's place. He would turn nineteen today and tomorrow, he would be named alpha of the silver thistle pack. Luckily for me, I got to grow up with him. After my parents passed away while protecting the Luna, they decided to take me in as a reward for their braveness and they saw to it that I was comfortable.

“She rebuilt stone.” Ash poured himself a cup and leaned against the counter. “And how exactly is that a bad thing?” he asked casually. The room went quiet. “It’s not,” the first wolf said quickly. “It’s just…” “Different,” Ash finished for him. The wolf nodded. Ash took a slow sip. “You know what else was different?” he said. “Rex becoming Alpha at twenty-three. Breaking tradition. Changing patrol rotations. Letting lower-ranked wolves train in strategy meetings.” A few uncomfortable glances.

"I already met him downstairs." "Really?" Ralph's sour expression instantly vanished, replaced by a wide, beaming grin. Then, his eyes fell on the small jar in my hands. His smile turned knowing. "Ah, I see now. I was wondering why that boy suddenly decided to drop by out of nowhere. So, that Healing Ointment was for you!" Ralph cleared his throat, leaning in slightly. "This scar-removal cream is my own secret recipe. Did he explain to you how to apply it?"