Side By Side Fury Novels & Stories

What I want doesn't matter at the end of the day. He reared back, leaning off me as though I'd slapped him. "You think because I've taken you, that it doesn't matter?" I tilted my head to look up at him questioningly. "Would you rather every wolf in the pack had you? That you were marked by one such as Fury?" Fury was a terrifying wolf. He had scars and was known for sudden outbursts of violent temper. He was unpredictable and known to be brutal. Same as Draven is.

Behind the wheel was Wesley, his usually composed face now etched with a mix of coldness and anger. The lines on his forehead deepened, and even his grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as if trying to control the storm of emotions swirling within him. The road stretched out before him, winding through the city. Buildings and streetlights blurred past in a haze, mirroring the anger in Wesley's mind. The hum of the engine provided a constant soundtrack to his racing thoughts, the rhythmic vibrations punctuating his inner turmoil.

Brute strength and boiling rage. Finally he pounced and we became a swirling mix of dark fur as we tore into each other. He bit my flank causing me to yelp whilst I buried my snout into his upper shoulder and tore away at him. I heard further yelps from further away and in a brief untangle from Wicknace I saw a terrifying sight. Troy was pinned by both Julien and Jimmy. Shit, I couldn’t help I had Wicknace already charging me for another round. There was never any guarantee we were going to come out of this alive.

Mac lunged without hesitation, our shared fury propelling us forward. Killian met us mid-air with a thunderous collision, his sheer strength almost knocking us off balance. Pain shot through us instantly as his claws tore into Mac’s side, ripping through fur and flesh like it was paper. The force of the strike sent us spinning, but Mac twisted in mid-air, landing on his paws with a growl that echoed through the chaos.

“Buzzer, I like you, but I will shoot you in the fucking head if you refer to her as pussy one more time. She wasn’t planted on me. I knew she was Trip’s sister when I pursued her and since then, I’ve seen Trip once, at the annual biker run and my affiliation with Bandit is none of your fucking business. I have the same affiliation with almost every MC in the state, so fuck you and your assumptions.” “We’re not affiliated with the Reapers, despite who Wrath fucks. We’re friendly with Trip, just like we’re friendly with you,” Nitro said. “We want a new alliance. We want back in on the runs and we want a cut from the Stalker territory,” Mutt said.

Talia lunged toward the nearest wolf with a grizzly snarl, muscles rippling beneath her fur. The forest exploded with motion—leaves whipping, earth scattering under her paws as she slammed into Bradly's side with bone-rattling force. Her teeth snapped inches from his muzzle, hot breath steaming in the cold air. The old wolf snarled back, a low, guttural sound that trembled between fear and defiance. It was enough to spark a fresh surge of rage through her.

“I won’t say I hate you, but I strongly dislike this side of you!”. I yell back, fixing her with a glare. “Love you too!”. She grins back, throwing a wink. Walking back towards our section, I absolutely hate all the eyes on us. Glancing at Millie, however, she seems completely unfazed. Halfway through the crowd, 4 guys block our path. They are wolves, that much I can tell. If their huge postures didn’t give it away, their scent sure did.

Thorne’s wolves were feral, drunk on twisted loyalty and ancient blood rituals. Link and I stood in the courtyard, back to back, as the first wave descended. Snow kicked up in bursts of silver and crimson as we shifted mid-strike—his obsidian wolf like a god carved from shadow, mine a spectral blaze of ivory and gold. They weren’t ready for us. My fangs found flesh. His claws found bone. We moved as one—fur and fire, blood and roar. Marcy and Dax flanked from the east, flares of magic and steel slicing the fog.

Two Ashmoor soldiers dead against each other like the last thing they did was fall into the same space. The sounds hit me before the visuals fully assembled. Metal against metal. The wet percussion of strikes landing on bodies that were past defending themselves. Screaming. Layered screaming from different positions on the road, each one carrying a different quality of pain. Fresh pain and deep pain. And underneath all of it, the snarling of shifted wolves that went past strategy into pure blood fury. Felix of Ironfang was on the left flank with his shoulder torn open to the bone but still

All of Hannah's words were like poisoned daggers that she personally drove into my most vulnerable spots. My entire body trembled from pain. Her words cut me deeper than the insults from anyone else. It was true that the person who loved you the most also knew how to inflict the most pain upon you. The metallic taste of blood permeated my taste buds when I bit the tip of my tongue. My mind suddenly felt startlingly clear. I stared at her and said, "Let's break up, Hannah Samson."