Riding With Wolves Novels & Stories

“Where’d you learn that?” “High school,” Jake said, slamming it into gear. “Long story.” Tyres shrieked on torn asphalt. The W.R.X. launched. Wolves pounded after them, then one by one peeled off, howls echoing under concrete. At the head of the pack, a scarred she-wolf—taller, broader—snarled, snapping at a male that edged too close. They didn’t follow. They watched. They always watched. Jake tore a glance in the mirror. Nothing but yellow eyes and patient rage.

*River* The thrum of energy courses through me as I lead the pack through the forest, our paws pounding against the earth in a synchronized rhythm. The scent of pine and damp earth fills my lungs, blending with the adrenaline that surges through my veins. Each leap and bound sends a thrill through my wolf, a heady mix of urgency and determination. I can feel the bond with my pack tightening, a shared purpose binding us as we race toward the Lycan castle.

Just then Nicole decided that she was going to gather her own group of werewolves just like the packs that were talked about in the historical books she read, according to the stories she read only a strong werewolf could actually pull the stunt of gathering a pack of wolves of which they were the alpha. Nicole was not one to get discouraged by that, because for her she imagined that the greatest kind of strength anyone needed was the knowledge about something.

Steam curled between us, carrying the rich scent of coffee that did little to settle the unease sitting in my chest. Valerian giggled at the television, completely absorbed, and for a moment I let myself breathe in that normalcy before it slipped away again. Jessica glanced at him, then back at me. “He’s doing okay?.” I nodded, taking a sip of my coffee. “To him, it was just noise and people running around.” I added. “And to you?” I met her gaze. “It was wrong.” She didn’t ask what I meant. She just waited. “The wolves who attacked,” I continued, lowering my voice, “they weren’t rogues. You saw how they moved. They followed formation, took positions, watched each other’s blind spots. Rogues

Alec takes a moment before telling me more. “There are more than just wolves there. The witch we are working with is mated to one of my guys. That’s how we know her and know that she’s reliable. We also have those that are just looking for sanctuary. My dad opened it up more after what happened with your dad all those years ago.” I didn’t really think about there being other mythicals in the pack. I know there are a lot more out there, but they don’t usually stand out as much as wolves do. It made me think about how many could be walking around right now and I couldn’t accurately tell.

Indeed, her parents had been informed by Burdak that the newlywed couple would leave in the early hours of the morning. She is ready in an instant and accompanied her husband outside who is drinking water. He had brought all his travel equipment. "Are we changing now? I want to see your wolf…” Rhodia came out and smiled very broadly. Indeed traveling with wolves is any werewolf's favorite, apart from being quicker, for newlyweds...it's like a special bonding for their wolves.

She knew this job wouldn't be easy, but something about being around these children made her feel happy. Gently, she stroked Sky's soft cheek with her finger, feeling her warm breath against her skin. It was a small gesture, but it made her feel like she was already starting to bond with the little one. ***** He tried to focus on the pavement beneath his feet as he made his way towards the front door. His steps were unsteady, and he nearly tripped a couple of times, but he managed to make it there. Trent stumbled through the front door, his steps unsteady and his words slurred. He fumbled with the knob as he tried to get into the house, his movements uncoordinated and slow.

“Your steed is your partner. He is your second weapon. He is, also, your best defense against the wolves when they’re on the attack. Werewolves are large, and they’re powerful. You’ll want to do your best to stay above them and maintain the height advantage. So, whatever happens, absolutely do not allow yourself to be knocked off of your horse, and under no circumstances do you ever dismount. “Thirdly and, also, lastly is shooting. If you see a wolf, shoot it, and, when you shoot it, shoot to kill. We’ve lost too many men because they had second thoughts about killing them. A moment’s hesitation could mean your end, or somebody else’s.

He was truly something to see. Without any hesitation, Adrian turned and gestured for both Lily and me to climb onto his back. I paused for a second, feeling every pair of eyes on the field looking at me. Normally, only a mate was allowed to ride a wolf, and I could see the pack noticing, some of them not pleased. But Lily, full of joy and energy as always, tugged on my arm and pulled me forward. Her happiness was impossible to resist. I could not take this moment from her.

Her eyes, once a soft shade of blue, now bore the fiery intensity of an untamed beast. Together, they stood beneath the ancient oak tree, their wolves basking in the moonlight, painting streaks of silver through the darkness. With a shared understanding, they leaped forward, their paws thudding rhythmically against the forest floor. The wind whipped through their fur, caressing their untethered spirits, as they became one with the forest, with the night, with the wild.