Riding With Wolves Novels & Stories

They whimper and whine when they see the wolves. “GET THEM TO SAFETY!” Maddie yells as she sprints towards the advancing rogues. I don’t even think, I reach down and pick up two of the littles in my arms. Jenna, Rocco, Dan and a few others do the same, just as the other warriors and Maddie shift into their wolves to attack and defend. We all run over to Rocco’s truck with the injured. There are too many for the cab, so I place them in the bed of the pickup just as a rogue wolf who made it through the warriors, launches himself at the people in back.

The massive black wolf followed at a respectful distance as Casie led their strange procession into the darkness of the woods. They ran through the night, three wolves and Elias in human form, moving with supernatural speed away from the approaching authorities. Rick stumbled occasionally, still adjusting to four legs instead of two, but his instincts were strong. Casie slowed beside him each time he faltered, offering silent encouragement through their strengthening bond.

It’s his first night, nothing ever happens on the first night. And then as fast as it went, faster did it come back– that looming, menacing presence. For just ten metres away stood a hooded figure. And it was looking right at him. Dark as the night itself, silent as the wind. He can see nothing of it, other than how its eyes glowed. And then it ran. Not towards him. But somewhere else. Somewhere– the Dragon Gate. The young wolf sprinted, his body already knowing what that thing was before his mind could process what was happening. How could he not when they’ve been fighting its kind for centuries. It is embedded in their blood. Part of their very being.

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

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Alpha Juliet told me that two of her warriors standing guard in the southern forest saw two black and brown wolves running quickly past them and two women sitting on the brown wolf's back. I went to Alpha Juliet's rogue forest. I showed Lavanya's photo to the rogue warriors, who hesitated to say that based on the hair color, it looked like Lavanya was sitting in the front because the two wolves were racing incredibly fast, even though a wolf was carrying two people on its back. I sent three warriors to the Mountain Hollow Pack, a hundred meters away from Alpha Juliet's rogue group. The five warriors guarding the gate said they saw two wolves galloping and two women sitting on the back of one

He growls low at me and throws us on our back, >Kaeden is our MATE - mate special< he throws back at me. We quickly jump up and stare in the direction of no man’s land. A group of rogue wolves no less than five, one male, two females and each female has a pup walking beside them. Cyro growls, gaining their attention. The group looks over in shock at Cyro and quickly makes a get-away.

From there we left the ship behind—which stuck out like a sore thumb amidst the rows of modern vessels and yachts—and made our way into the blanket of the surrounding forest. Using my compass, which truly did point towards home, we spent the next hour traveling via wolf. Well, Orion and Draco did. As for Azrael and I, we had no choice but to sit on their backs. It was as hilarious as it was painful. Wolves were not made for riding. Well, not in their beast forms, anyway. We made it to my old pack sometime around noon. Even though I recognized the woodsy cabins and sprawling backroads carving through town, the entire place felt foreign and strange.

As she looked across the clearing it was filled with wolves, black, brown, grey, sable, and one lone white wolf. He was immense and stood on the precipice, watching those below. A black wolf that was just as big approached and stood by his side. They exchanged glances and looked in her direction. She had to side step to avoid being bowled over by the gigantic black panther that barreled past her on her way to the top of the bluff. She rubbed her body along the side of the white wolf. She purred as he licked her head.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.