Sica Wolf Novels & Stories

My wolf said in a serious tone. Good, we’ve got a date to go to. I wonder what she talks about with her wolf though. I thought to myself. They probably talk about how great I am and how stupid you are. My wolf said and I just scoffed at him. …… SIERRA’S P.O.V

She is standing in an attacking position now. 'Kill him! Kill him!' Sofia had been screaming inside Rhodia's head ever since, the wolf had gone berserk from being teased into a rotten creature. "Huh? You're mad? Are you not aware? If you're worse than the word dilapidated itself?!”

One of the pack members challenged. Aiden stood up abruptly. Sierra who was seated beside them could not say a word because she was unsure of how to convince them that she isn’t a monster. “Right before Sierra left for the border, she trained day and night preparing herself to be strong. She has her inner wolf named Bia, I’ve talked to her before. She’s not a weak omega or a wolf-less girl but a strong silver wolf. You all heard of her great work at the border from General Wayne. Tyler and other omegas can testify to how she saved her colleagues on their way to the border.

Eyes that assessed everything in one sweep. She looked at me. Her expression shifted. Softened slightly. “You’re smaller than I expected,” she said. Her voice was low. Calm. “But I can see why Marcus is scared.” “Who are you?” My voice came out steadier than I felt. “Her name is Sienna,” Lycian said. Moving to stand beside me. His hand found the small of my back. Steadying. “She’s from the Wolf Council. Investigative division.” The Wolf Council. The governing body over all North American wolf packs. The ones who settled disputes. Enforced laws. Maintained order.

Sage is rolling with one wolf, while the other waits in the periphery to strike. I take my chance now and knock that lingering wolf off their feet. It lets out a pained and surprised whimper. Tobias makes quick work killing the wolf that attacked him and moves on to pull the other wolf off Sage. She has a few more gashes, but this girl doesn’t go down easily. Getting a closer look at this wolf in front of me, I can smell the rogue scent leaching off him. I go to pounce on him, but he turns and runs in the opposite direction. Coward.

To tell you the truth, I have no idea what is preventing me either. "Why does my wolf repel Bianca?" The question was posed by Luis through the mindlink. My response was simply, "I don't know." "And also Jace said he has been interacting with a she wolf named Fiona." That was his statement. I found myself letting out a snarl that was almost animalistic. Everyone in the car turned their heads to look at me for an explanation, but I ignored them all. "Tell Jace not to mess with me." I responded while giving him the sideways glance.

I immediately felt sorry for her and wondered if Jessica also had similar scars. “My name is Carrie,” I say to the new wolf. “I do not care what your name is. What are you doing here?” she demands. Jessica turns towards the she-wolf, “It is none of your fucking business what she is doing here; get the hell away from my space,” she growls at the unknown wolf.

Maybe it won’t hurt this much later? ‘Sia…’ she called out for her wolf and for the first time, it wasn’t for help. She knew her wolf would be just as hurt by what was almost a rejection from their mate, and she wanted to talk to someone who would understand. And right now, only Sia could do that. She got no reply, but she could feel her wolf’s alertness and she knew Sia was listening to her.

“And your sister, Sierra, is no better.” From the gleam of heat in his eyes, she had a sudden suspicion being good at persuasion was a common trait among the Grey Wolf pack. “You looked very much at home among the Grey Wolves. You’re blending in well.” She almost laughed. “Then I was doing a good job of acting, considering I was trying not to pass out or vomit on the groom’s shoes.” She shuddered. “You could have warned me Wes Calhoun was the new Grey Wolf second-in-command.”

SOFIA Everything happened in a blur. I was aware of it all, and yet, I wasn’t. It was almost like everything was happening to another person, and yet it was me. I felt Derek’s strong arms beneath me, carrying me. I heard his conversation with Vivienne before they both decided to take me to see Corrine the witch at the Sanctuary. I saw the agitation on Derek’s face, the intoxicating scent of his natural musk filling my nostrils as I snuggled against him.