Sans Wolf Novels & Stories

Jonah POV It's three in the afternoon when I finally leave the packhouse. I glance to find ten missed calls from the douche who put me in this position. Going to the treeline behind the house, I quickly disrobe behind a tree, shoving my clothes into the bag I bring whenever I come here. My bones break and reform as I shift into Thor, a massive white wolf with a black paw and patches over his left eye and right ear. Thor's eyes are such a light blue they are practically silver. After stretching and shaking out his fur, he picks up our bag before sprinting into the forest toward our territory.

It was so hard to focus on his face when literally everything was bare. I cleared my throat, "so uh...what you saw outside the house was real. The supernatural is real and this wolf over here is a werewolf who was imprisoned into that stone thingy for many years until today. He's here to ask for our help," yup, I just laid it all out there for her to process. It wasn't like I could break it down any simpler anyway. A huge sigh of relief escaped my lips as the tension fled my body. It felt so good to tell the truth for once. To speak of the things that I knew about.

Something shifts in Donovan’s expression. Approval. Agreement. Maybe pride. “All right,” he says simply. Three knocks interrupt the silence. Sharp. Quick. Sage enters the moment Donovan opens the door. Rainwater drips from his coat onto the floor. His face looks grim. “I need both of you outside.” Everything inside Iris tightens immediately. “What happened?” Sage holds up a folded piece of paper carefully. “Border patrol found a wolf unconscious near the eastern line.” Cold spreads instantly through the room. “She remembers nothing,” Sage continues. “Not how she got there. Not who brought her.”

He was proud, but he never wanted Kaeden to take on such a responsibility, something that he would live with for the rest of his life—he never wanted this… Sighing deeply, he tracked forward to where his nose led him. After travelling for twenty minutes, deeper into No-man's-land, Cyro came to an area surrounded by rocks and boulders, atop a boulder in the distance, Cyro saw a huge wolf covered in red fur mounting a smaller grey wolf. The wolf, covered in red fur, bit down on the grey wolf’s scuff hard and ravaged its rear end at a crazy speed. The grey wolf whimpered and before everyone’s eyes, the bigger wolf ripped its head off, flinging it into the air.

Before he could utter a word, his door burst open, revealing the formidable black wolf. Recognition dawned on Drax's face, morphing into panic as the women screamed, seeking refuge in the bedsheets. In a desperate bid for escape, Drax made for the window, but the wolf, Blaise in his primal form, was in relentless pursuit. Both plummeted out the window, transforming mid-air. Drax, now a wolf, landed awkwardly, receiving a deep gash from Blaise's vicious attack. A guttural growl escaped him as he fought off his assailant and fled into the underbrush.

None of the blood belonged to him. “Can you stay here a minute?” Ethan asked. “I need to grab clothes for him. Or will you come with me? Are you fine with walking?” “Go!” I shooed my brother away. “I’m fine. There’s a fierce wolf right here so there’s nothing to be afraid of.” “I’ll be back in a minute.” He seemed reluctant to go as he squeezed my hand and broke into a sprint. The minute he was out of earshot, the black wolf shifted into its human form and I was left staring at a very bloody, very naked Xander.

We read about it in books, saw it in drawings, and learned about it in our schools. Weiland was spectacular, but Noah… he was something else. A force of nature all by himself. I saw him, right before Weiland carried me out of sight. Conri. His wolf. He is magnificent, with silver fur and icy eyes. I’ve never seen a wolf like it, his power, the way the air shifted around him as if he owned the universe… and I wondered what kind of maniac would have the balls to attack him head-on. Not even Bryce, as it turned out, because he was not there. The Beta told me after the helicopter landed.

But the others didn’t hesitate. Two more lone wolves sprang forward, their eyes blazing with hunger. There was no plan in their attack, only pure, reckless desperation. Unlike pack wolves, they weren’t bound by loyalty or strategy. They fought for survival alone, driven by nothing but raw bloodlust. Conan turned sharply, ready to face them head on. The first wolf lunged for Conan’s arm, its jaws snapping, but he moved fast, twisting himself out of reach and slicing deep into its side. The beast let out a pained yelp, stumbling back. The second wolf barely had a chance to react before Conan drove his knee up, slamming it straight into the creature’s throat. A choked yelp escaped as the wolf’s

Each wolf, with its sleek In the heart of the sanctuary, where the winds whispered secrets and the trees whispered tales, a formidable force emerged. Led by none other than the legendary alpha wolf, Arvandus, the wolf military stood tall and proud, their presence an indomitable shield against any threat that dared to encroach upon their sacred land. Arvandus, with his piercing amber eyes that held the wisdom of countless moons, commanded his loyal pack with an unwavering authority.

The one lady that said she recognised me says you will be okay to show your wolf now that you are older. But what she says next puzzles me she says Nora has always known how to handle herself and titan will always protect the one he loves. They then all stand up and say the wagners will be coming with us before the run. We say thank you and all head to the pack house. The women who says she knows me comes up to us and says justice will be served but you have to make the decision if you want the red river pack.