Riding With Wolves Novels & Stories

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.

Instinctively, I tightened my grip on his fur, the texture providing a reassuring anchor. The world blurred around us as he raced through the terrain, each powerful stride of his wolf form carrying us further away. The wind whipped past, and I could feel the raw energy coursing through his powerful body. The rhythmic pounding of his paws resonated beneath me. Adrenaline surged as I held on, the exhilaration of the ride mingling with the trust I placed in Christian's wild form. The landscape flashed by, a kaleidoscope of colors and textures. There was a freedom in this unexpected journey.

Even though he didn't want to bother her too much, he couldn't help himself. He missed her too much. He missed his wangfei. DRAP DRAP DRAP DRAP RING RING RING RING RING A line of huge wolves the size of horses galloped down the road, prompting the onlookers to make way for those who would pass by. This pack of wolves was the same fur color, which was light brown, and all of them still looked young. On their backs, a bell was tied and rang as they ran. They were the first group of escorts.

Michael laughed. "I enjoy running with Carson. When I need to go faster, he shifts and I run with Eckley." Colm looked at his brother, "You let your girl run with your wolf. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Michael looked disgusted. "Why would you do that?" "What?" I said. "What's wrong with me running with Eck?" Colm looked at me, "If you were shifting and letting your wolf run with Eckley, that would be normal. But male wolves shouldn't be running with females in their human form."

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.

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.

Her longing mate lasts forever. ******* Days passed and Riding Hood still felt the same. Looking at the man who tagged her along to his nomadic way of living, hunting, skinning, and preserving his catch for goods and food. They often hunted deer, an elusive elk, black and grey hares but also big forest dogs and wolves alike. She had spent a week on an excursion and learned a lot from him. He even teased her whenever he told her that he once saw and killed a werewolf, and then he would laugh at her expectant reaction.

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

I urgently communicated to Rukky through our linked connection, even as I grappled with the wolf I had intercepted. Rukky, understanding the gravity of the situation, promptly adhered to the command, redirecting her efforts to safeguarding the two vulnerable members of our party. The ongoing struggle underscored the precarious nature of our predicament, with each action demanding swift and strategic responses. Engaged in combat with the wolves, my initial intent was to capture them, hoping to glean new insights, but it became evident that their intentions were lethal. There was an unsettling sense that they were not acting alone, as if some unseen force was aiding their aggression. In the mi