Rust Wolves Novels & Stories

She continued on about facts and such while others ogled over them. "To finish off our tour, I give you, the wolves. Now what we have here are gray wolves. We actually have a pack here in our zoo. We have six females, three pups, and our Alpha. Now our Alpha name is Alastor. Which in Ancient Greek means "tormentor." We named him this because he doesn't like anyone. No one can get near him, feed him, or be in the habitat with him awake. He is put under tranquilizer. Does anyone know what that is?" She asked the group of kids in the front. Eliza and I looked down over the wall separating us from the wild wolves. Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups.

"Steel Serpents have the high ground here. Twenty wolves, three snipers. They're dug in with heavy weapons." He shifts to the eastern valley. "Crimson Riders are here. Thirty wolves, mostly close-combat specialists. They're the muscle." South highway shows next. "Black Chain controls the road. Twenty-five wolves. They've got bikes and trucks for rapid response." Finally, the western creek. "Devil's Bones are the smallest group. Fifteen wolves, but they're sadistic bastards and are torture specialists." "That's ninety wolves accounted for." Cass does the math. "Where are the other hundred and ten?"

Cat It’s our typical Monday morning on Wolfe Ranch twenty miles outside of Baker, Montana. Baker is a small town of about two thousand people but is widely known in the world. This sleepy little town had more going for it than just the cattle industry. There were other things around here to enjoy. There are three packs of werewolves that surround my property of three hundred acres. There’s one pack to the east, one to the west and one just north of us, leaving the south open to who knows what.

"The missing wolves. The way the one who came back described what he saw." "Yes," I said. "It's not an ordinary rogue activity," she said. "I know that," I said. "Do you know what it is?" she said. "Tell me what you know," I said. She unfolded her arms and turned slightly toward the window. "Ancient rogues,wolves that have been without packs for so long they've changed at a fundamental level. They don't operate on instinct the way ordinary rogues do. They operate on something organized,something directed. They're faster than ordinary

Before I could pull my rifle from my shoulder strap, the gray brush at the edge of the path exploded. A pack of five feral wolves scrambled up the scree. They were huge, their gray coats matted with frozen mud, their ribs showing prominently through their skin. These were not the controlled, intelligent hybrids under Vex’s command; these were wild, desperate predators driven mad by a long winter and empty bellies. The lead wolf lunged directly for the younger mule's throat. The animal shrieked, rearing back on its hind legs and twisting the lead line out of Sera's hands. The heavy supply crates shifted violently, the wood groaning against the leather straps.

Lola her blood went cold when she thought about helpless babies being burnt alive. Tristan gritted his teeth and spoke to the flames, “Since then we have been entrapped by the Grey Oak clan to follow their ruthless regime. Founded by Noah his grandfather, passed to his father, and 6 years ago to Noah. Poisoning all wolves with cruelty and a hunger for power. But we keep remembering the Fire Wolves because we know this is not the path the moon goddess intended for werewolves. I can feel in my bones that one day they will return. We just have to be worthy of them again.”

“ Son, not here. Too many ears. Let’s go to my office. I will tell you what I know about them “. Eros ushered all of us inside. We walked through the garden into the house and we went up to his office on the second floor. Once we were all seated and the door was locked, I once again asked the same questions. “ Eros, please explain, we need to know what is happening. Why are you on edge?” He exhaled audibly. “ Raven is not an ordinary wolf. She is the Raven Wolf? The rarest kind.” “ Wait Eros, are you talking about the war wolf ?” Allison’s eyes widened. “ Yes, I am” “ No that can’t be…" her pulse rate increased and fear flared out of her pores. " Raven is a late bloomer, “ Allison said with

The forest was cold after the rain. There were no dry spots to sleep and the night was much darker since we were deep within the forest. None of it bothered the werewolves. Unlike me, they could see clearly in the night and they have furs to keep them warm. I stood beside Alpha Deucalion as he watches his pack rest for the night. The clothes I was still in were wet. My body shivers cold. I leaned against him trying to find warmth in his fur.

Fucking cats in heat, he whispers something into her and signaled his boys. Alex nods at them as they leave the room until it was just the two of them left. “Tell me about Luna Puer wolves and their Alpha.” Recognition flashed in Grey’s eyes, “One word. Crazies. I have to keep an eye on them because they were making a ruckus in the underworld because of their illegal transactions but I can never catch them they’re slick as fuck and very adaptable.” Alex nods and leans forwards, resting his elbows into his knees, “The thing is, we found a carcass in our soil.”

That was some DRAMA that year! It happens. Some wolves are so hormonal by the time they get out there that their wolf loses sight completely and just claims the first she-wolf he finds and then rapes her. They call it being ‘lust drunk’. Luckily, alpha’s are stronger and have more resolve than other wolves so I knew I didn’t have anything to worry about there. I just needed to pray that I didn’t pick up MY mates scent tonight. “Line up on the edge of the pavement.” Everyone lines up elbow to elbow practically to have room for everyone to make a straight single file line across the back patio of the pack house.