Runningwind Warriors Novels & Stories

The last thing I need is an argument with my father while still just in reach to be pulled back and beaten. [Yes sir.] I reply once calm enough. My body shakes with anger and rage as I role down the window to allow the familiar scent of trees, dirt and foliage to calm me. An angry wolf at The Run is a dangerous wolf and I have witnessed one to many deaths caused by a stupid Theta or Warrior instigating a pissed off Alpha or Beta to look tough in front of the she wolves until blood is splattered and screams of panic resounds around the clearing. With the pack situated in the norther part of Ontario, My eyes flicker to the dash board and I press harder on the gas after realising I may be late.

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

Dean held his phone, frozen in place as the dial tone buzzed, sounding almost like the abrupt halt of his own heartbeat. A wave of crushing disappointment and panic swept through him. Autumn in Lindt was bleak with grey skies, endless rain, and the kind of chill that seeped into one’s bones. It mirrored exactly how Jake felt at that moment. For months, he had been relentless, like a tireless dog, throwing every trick he could think of into the chase—pursuing, cornering, and never letting up.

He struggled to meet their eyes, but he held his head up bravely whenever they spoke directly to him. Aradia leant forward in her high-backed armchair, pressing her elbows into the arched wooden armrests and resting her chin on her folded hands. “What is the intention of the Wind Valley pack?” Skye shifted uncomfortably beside me. “To protect the humans in Hawthorn from supernatural threats. Werewolves are drawn to areas with a large number of crossing ley lines, because so many other supernatural creatures are, too.”

The ring felt slightly loose against my skin. “I’ll take it to get resized first thing tomorrow,” he promised quickly. “There’s no need,” I said, looking down at our hands. “Fingers always thin out during the winter. It’ll fit perfectly by the time summer comes around.” He stared down at my hand, then looked back up at the massive curtain of green light dancing across the Arctic sky, a sudden, radiant smile breaking across his face. “You used to say that the northern lights you spent a lifetime chasing were never meant for you, and there was no need to chase them anymore.”

They were warriors and dressed like one. I felt nervous energy prickling down my spine. Then I saw Justice in the same warrior clothes. I relaxed, pushing the fear away. A wild gust of wind slammed into my back then whipped around the trees like a tornado, it was roaring and whistling in my years. "Dark Witch is here," Justice said. Colors faded from my face. My heart stopped. My bones turned to ice in my body. I saw Carlos and others running toward us. "What's happening?" Carlos asked, breathing heavily.

I told Jamie this is the first time I've been really excited about it since I found out the book even existed. Me, too. Meanwhile, let's stretch our legs. He gave what Lia might have described as a wolf laugh, and they were off. The night was pleasant, on the right side of cool, and there was even a soft breeze as they raced through the trees. Lia heard the nightbirds calling to each other, the rustle of the bushes and leaves as deer moved about from place to place. She was sure squirrels and jackrabbits and other critters inhabited the area, too. It reminded her so much of the place she ran at home, only there she'd had to drive fifteen miles to get to it.

The baby’s faint breaths were warm against her skin, fragile as candlelight. They were alive—but barely. Behind him, Ryker trudged through the drifts, keeping a steady pace despite the wind cutting sideways across the slope in blinding snow. The pack warriors went ahead of them, trying to cut a path through the snow. Each step was a battle against exhaustion, ice, and fear. “Easy,” Ryker called over the wind. “Watch the ridge! One wrong step, there's a cliff there.” A section of snow collapsed nearby, sending a cascade down the cliff’s side. Phantom didn’t stop. His muscles screamed in protest, but he only gripped Alora tighter. *Hold on, love. Just hold on.*