Sapir Englard The Millennium Wolves Novels & Stories

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

"She gives me a god and leaves me in a cage." The Goddess does not choose the shallow, the wolf countered, her voice sounding like grinding stones. You are the last of the Millennium line, a warrior in a servant's skin. You look at your chains, but you have forgotten you are the one who holds the key, for your true mate is already drawing breath in your territory. He is the fire to your ice, so do not let this pack extinguish you before he arrives. The moon mark on my hand flared with a blinding, silver light, the vibration traveling up my arm to rattle my teeth as the world began to tilt, leaving the silver void to bleed right back into the greasy darkness of reality.

He gave me another book. “Spirit wolves,” I read this time. “That’s what our people called them.” “I never heard of a spirit wolf,” I said. “That’s because they are thought to be instinct.” “But you think Elaeya is one?” “I think she’s a hybrid of one,” he corrected me. “Okay,” I said closing the books. “Ball-park it for me.”

"Nothing you don't want to happen." He leaned up and looked into her eyes and saw a small twinkle. Before he could do anything else, she climbed out from under him and kept walking. He shook his head and followed and out of the jungle, stood a large house. It was three floors with porches wrapped on each one. Solid white with swings in the front and a few dogs laying near the door. She walked up and they barked and wagged when they saw her. When they saw him, all three wolves growled in his direction. They took a few steps forward and she whistled and they returned to laying down. She waved for him to come on and they walked inside. Inside, it looked like an English estate. She walked in and

Isn’t that precious,* Mila said, smacking away and chomping through her mangled mess. *Sure, I guess,* I cringed, unsure of which sight was making me more queasy. “Goddess, she really is a pure golden wolf. Magnificent,” Draven said in shock, just as Mila got up to strut around and show herself off. What the heck was so special about a golden wolf?

“It seems to be an intentional move by the Moon Goddess. Most old wolf spirits are retired, so to speak, like Rocky and Avalanche. The four of us have ancient human blood lines. Our genetics makes it easier to control more aggressive, warrior bred wolves.” “More aggressive than Avalanche?” I look at Dad. “I’m sorry, but every werewolf I’ve ever met, other than Mom and Lily, fears Avalanche and rightfully so.” “Yeah, some old wolf spirits like Avalanche had trouble acclimating back to being a regular werewolf.” Milo looks at Dad sympathetically. “If we did some tests, we could probably trace Phil’s human spirit back pretty far.” “That won’t be necessary.” Dad shakes his head furiously. “Avala

I asked, chewing my lip. "You will speak to your wolf. Eluna is her name, correct?" he asked. "I will speak to her...? Is that all?" I asked, holding the warm cup in my hands, taking another sip to ease my nerves. "She will help you. Trust in your wolf," he said as he moved from the table and stood up.

Sarah barked (no pun intended). Being around lycans for so long, I forgot that wolves can not talk in wolf form. They can still mind link other wolves and that’s how they communicate. So when Sarah spoke, this wolf’s eye went the size of baseballs. Sarah rolled her eyes and then backed off him so he could face us. “Ok here’s the deal mister. You do understand English yes?” Sarah asked toning it down a little bit. The wolf just continued to stare at us. Ugh we weren’t going to get anywhere with this shithead.

Rumbling growls tear from the wolves’ throats each time they pass someone. Pearl offered the villagers pleasant smiles. Of course, no one smiled back. No surprise there. They loathed her. They hated her confidence. Maybe if she could reveal her true face, the villagers might bow on their knees and beg for magic; but then, of course, the King’s warrior hunters, like Ethan himself, would be on her trail before she could even cast a spell. So yes, having a different face and scent was better enough, even though the villagers hated her guts. Nobody likes a loner, and she was a loner, living alone in the woods with just a fish and hound for a companion and now these three wolves.

"Sigh...I really didn't mean for it to sound the way it did." "I know," my voice cracked. I looked around at all the books open on his desk and scrolls on other desks in the room. "This is what I have found so far," Tyler said, pointing to the books on his desk. "There have been gold and silver wolves in the past but normally, they are mated to other wolves. Every one thousand years, the goddess pairs gold and silver together but it's not clear as to why." Tyler advised, as I looked at the book he was showing me.