Series About Wolves Novels & Stories

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

His eyes darted from one wolf to another, each one a potential threat, their movements calculated and deliberate. A symphony of tension hung in the air as the unknown wolves circled Sebastian, their eyes gleaming with malicious intent. Their synchronized movements bespoke a deadly precision, an orchestrated dance of calculated aggression. He could feel their hunger, their thirst for dominance, as they waited for the opportune moment to strike.

I had no idea what was going to happen next, but I knew it wasn't going to be good. Suddenly, a piercing howl filled the air, causing the wolves to freeze in their tracks. I looked around, trying to figure out where it was coming from. Then, I saw it. A massive, dark wolf was standing on a nearby hilltop, its eyes glowing with a fierce intensity. It let out another howl, and the pack began to retreat, slinking back into the shadows. The Alpha and I stood there, watching as they disappeared. I turned to her, my heart still pounding in my chest. "What was that?" I asked, my voice shaking.

the mainlanders called it, not wanting to acknowledge what it really was. Before Vukasin, werewolves ran rampant seven nights each month, through the streets, the countryside, and the forests of every nation on the planet. Eurasia and North America had their grey werewolves—dominant on Vukasin now. Australia had weredingos. The colder climates had Arctic werewolves, rare and beautiful, like my lost Bianca with her snowy fur. Eastern Africa had golden werejackals. the African plains had Serengeti werewolves. The forests of Canada and parts of the northern U.S. were home to timber werewolves, and the southwestern U.S. was, in those days, infested with werecoyotes.

At the main entrance, wolves flowed like flies on shit, fighting each other to gain entrance and I bowled them over, roaring through the doorway. Wolves' bodies were thrown in all directions as a one wolf wrecking machine guarded the stairwell leading to Alina's room. Elijah Deveraux looked every inch the apex predator, his monstrous wolf keeping the mindless frenzy at bay as he fought viciously, protecting his daughter. His wolf gave a brief look of gratitude as I entered the fray, fighting my way to him until we stood back to back. "They can't get past us." His powerful voice sounded in my mind, and I nodded grimly as the next wave of wolves descended upon us, intent on claiming a mate.

It was a narrow trail that only got more narrow as we ran. The girls shifted into their wolves first. I followed them straight after and caught up to them quickly. Lila was a blonde wolf, tall and strong. She was bigger than I was, and even bigger than Brayleigh. Brayleigh's wolf was an ashy grey colour. Her wolf had long legs and a long body, but she wasn't tall. It was because she wasn't an Alpha. Alpha wolves were always bigger than the average wolf. It was common sense. The most powerful were always the biggest.

So far, I’ve never met a man who had successfully resisted the allure of a female wolf before. Just like Beatrix, the wolves were scattered even in the cities now. Most, if not all, of the establishments all over the country had aconites in their halls and garden. They were designed so splendidly that no one would think they were used as protection. But weeks after Serena’s death, we had found a way to lessen the impact of the aconites on the wolves. The Alphas and Lunas even showed immunity to it. And two years later, almost a third of the wolf population could now endure it. After that, the wolves had used every means necessary to gather intel from humans since wolves, like Vampires, had t

Sure, I was trying to protect her—I couldn’t have known that the beast’s interest in her wasn’t going to get her hurt, but it’d be next to impossible to explain that. I didn’t want to explain it. She either wouldn’t believe me, or she’d be terrified. The last thing I wanted was for anyone in the village to know the truth about me. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that I’d either have an angry mob or the government showing up at my door, and then Alex would lose the last remaining family she had. A fox skittered by, unbothered by my presence. Ever since I became a werewolf the animals in the forest have treated me like one of them. In some ways, it was peaceful.

“How do I do it? How do I shift?” ‘It’s better to go to the woods first so you can have some privacy to take off your clothes. Except you don’t mind the clothes ripping, of course,” the wolf said. “Yeah, yeah, I get it.” I was an avid werewolf romance reader so I knew that part. “But where are the woods in this pack?” ‘Take the left road, I’ll guide you.”

She had to address the underlying fears, insecurities, and anxieties that fueled their division. She organized a series of council meetings, inviting both elders and young wolves to participate. She created a space where they could openly express their concerns, fears, and frustrations without judgment. She meticulously listened to each wolf, showing empathy and understanding, validating their feelings and acknowledging their perspectives, even when those perspectives conflicted.