Riding With Wolves Novels & Stories

Isaac warned, “Stick together. No one is to wander off.” Limbs stretched, bones popped and cracked, ripping fabric as skin turned into fur, and their wolves appeared. Zack’s brass wolf lowered himself and I hopped on his back to ride him like a horse. Isaac’s Dijon wolf did the same for Pennelope. As soon as Pennelope lowered her hands, the protective barrier vanished and the rogues lunged at us.

Zach was startled by the outcome of his plan I guess he thought he had an edge over Arron. Zach had to play safe he knew he had no edge over Arron maybe his wolf would have one. Zach tore his robe with his now elongated claws, his backbone moving rhythmically as if to create music, his eyes turning green as his face turned dog-like. He was a brown wolf with shades of white around his leg. Zach feeling more confident in his wolf form attacked Arron who now was a wolf but more gigantic than Zach's wolf. Zach attacked Arron aiming for his neck, Arron was more experienced than Zach cut him by the throat lifting him off the floor and pinning him there. Zach winced for air, Arron fang penetrated h

“We’ve got company.” “Where?” Dickson asked. “About three miles out. Unknown wolves. Not rogues. Not packed.” “Rosa’s people?” I asked. Kelvin nodded. “Maybe. But we can’t trust that.” Dickson grabbed his coat. “Let’s go.” “No,” Kelvin said. “Let me meet them first.” Dickson hesitated, then nodded. “Take backup.” Kelvin left. And the house grew quiet again. Kelvin I drove alone, but I wasn’t unarmed. Two blades. One gun. My wolf is alert and just beneath the surface.

Even Max. I traveled as fast as my paws would take me. Kicking up all the new grass and dirt around us. I wanted to take this hour long travel and condense it as much as possible. If this was a false lead then we needed as much time as we could get. The pack behind me struggled to keep up. Eventually I saw two grey wolves and a black one joining in. Dietrich, Vance, and Simon must've gotten word about finding Eloise possibly. So loyal that they're prepared to join me even after everything tonight. My chest swelled with pride. 'Stay back. Don't attack anybody in Broken Moon,' I commanded through the mind link to everybody.

He wasn’t the largest wolf, yet he was fast and had enormous heart. After nearly thrirty minutes of sprinting through the Freeland, we heard the first indication of trouble and a large group of wolves howling, obviously tracking something. And it wasn’t something, Ethan and I both knew it was Bridgette. We slid to a stop and listened carefully. We were unable to communicate as we were not linked within our packs, however Ryder’s wolf trotted up beside us, panting heavily.

Kit called out to Rex. "Everyone stand fast. They are coming from the east and fast. Alphas out front with me, betas stay close behind us, watch our backs." Rex’s Royal Alpha Voice filled their heads and bodies with strength, instinct taking over to allow the humans bow out to their wolves so they might win. A thunderous rumble shook the ground for several minutes until they saw what the rumble was coming from. A huge snow white wolf with scraps of black gold and red cloth hung off of him dropped a few yards away from the Packs.

The figure reaches a large rock, where several wolves gather around him, their eyes reflecting a glimmer of anticipation. Draped in a dark-colored cloak, the figure stands tall, his features obscured from view. The wolves, their loyalty evident, eagerly await his command. In silence, he raises his hand, and at once, the wolves spring into action. They take off, their paws pounding against the forest floor as they engage in a chase, a race driven by their wild instincts. The wolves' fur glistens under the moonlit sky, making them appear both fluffy and imposing. Their primal energy fills the air as they navigate the darkness with uncanny grace. With each stride, they hunt, their senses honed

Normally, only a mate could ride a wolf, and I saw the brief flicker of discontent in Elijah’s wolf form. But Thea, with her boundless enthusiasm, tugged on my arm, urging me forward. Her joy was contagious, and I couldn’t deny her the moment. I climbed onto Elijah’s massive back, my hands gripping his thick fur. Thea followed, her tiny arms wrapping around me as we settled in. The crowd gasped audibly—an alpha wolf carrying not just his mate, but his daughter too? It was unheard of. As Elijah took off through the forest, his speed was exhilarating. The wind rushed past us, and the trees blurred into a green and brown haze. My heart raced, not from fear, but from pure exhilaration.

“Bring everyone back.” It’s not a request, it’s a reminder. The keep can’t afford to lose warriors to a roadside trap while politics curdle in the hall. I nod once. “I plan to.” The western road is a strip of hard-packed earth cut through frost-stiff grass and black pines. I ride Chaos hard. He likes the cold. His breath steams, nostrils flaring, eager for movement. Tarek rides slightly behind my right shoulder, as instructed. Bram and Jens flank the rear, quiet and alert. They’re good wolves. The kind you can trust not to panic when blood starts flying.