Star Fox Wolf O Donnell Novels & Stories

I waved as the doctor's gaze snapped towards mine in surprise, finally focusing on my presence. "Heya, I found the little one running around upstairs." The doctor cleared his throat and adjusted his glasses, "Thank you for keeping her company. My name's Dawson and I'm the pack healer here." I furrowed my brows in confusion, "pack healer?" "Oh right. People call us doctors now a days," he muttered to himself as if trying to memorize that fact. Oooh, this was a wolf thing. In other words, doesn't need to know.

I ask him, he can be mad at me later, but we got an omega now. "A white wolf, one who's very sensitive and need extra attention, but I won't expect that from you, you don't answer us when we call," he says now it's an us? "Since when did you two became a team against me?" I ask him raising a brow at him, he wasn't ours officially yet, and Rowan have sold me off for the little one. "Since you ignored us, he's very shy you know," my mate says with a big smile on his face.

The sky is inky black, pierced only by the stars and the glaring white moon. Sitting comfortably in the emperor box are my parents, Alpha Salvatore and Luna Isabel. I remember this night very well. It was my thirteenth birthday, and I just received the first signs from my wolf spirit Lycus. I remember Father being so pleased that he immediately called an audience into the arena to celebrate, and to test my ability as a new wolf. And the tradition for that is chaining a lone human to the floor in the middle of the arena, to be let go and chased down by the wolf as fast as possible.

- Stay away from sin at home . I wonder what he smelled now? Pheromones Fox or the interest of my she-wolf? Most likely both. Hmm, for a year of everyday training, the wolf never raised an eyebrow, although he saw me in different situations. Yes, what can I say, even when I was drunk, Mikhail did not encroach on the body of a young female. And then he escaped... * * *

Nothing about either of those things makes any sense. "No, you don't need to buy silver bullets. What kills regular mortals can kill me too. I am not immortal, I can die just like you can. I can get hurt just like you can. I heal faster than you, and I have much better senses of sight and smell. I can run faster than a regular human, but that's to be expected when the blood of the wolf pumps through your veins," Aiden says and he takes a cloth off the kitchen counter and attempts to use it as a band-aid.

I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books. I didn't question how my father died, I didn't question anything. I just let life go with me, I let it heal from all the things that were left behind to move on. Soon we were ready, I left the house with the feeling that I should go back but still I went. The Hall was crowded, everyone surprised to finally see me out of my shell, out of the cave where I had been holed up since the day of the great pain. - I don't think I even know how many times that day I heard that phrase pounding in my mind.

Then she smiled after they turned back to normal," I'm Sophie.. A part of your pack. Sir sent me after he trained you. He said one day you will probably feel this way and want to stop running.. Therefore I should be here for you." "please tell me I didn't mate with you in there. Please tell me that wasn't you." I said suddenly remembering what happened in the wee hours of the morning. That had Sophie sighing, "you can't mate witb wolves here.. They are from the Kamp family." "too late..." She sighed, "God I knew I should have followed you up when you kept running.. But fine.. I need to..." "so... I'm not alone.. You have been with me all this time..? Protecting me? Sir sent you?"

“Hey Caden, while you were out in those woods, did you run into any other wolf at any point in time?” He frowned. “Not that I can remember no. And I would have noticed. I was scared shitless out there. Needed all the help I could get. Thank god we didn’t have to break you out!” He exclaimed and I chuckled but I my mind whirled with the implications of what Caden meant. The wolf on Ivan’s lands had been from a different pack with his own motive entirely. I sighed. “Kiara? I’m bored. I want to eat or something.”

As if struck by realization, it suddenly comes to a halt, and whips around to face me. What the– It's a massive red wolf, with burning red eyes like flames. I instantly recognize him. Roger, Damon's best friend. In an instant, he shifts back to his human self. "Asha? Is that you dear?" He narrows his eyes, searching my face. I hiss, "Well, yes." "Where's your stepfather? I didn't see him at the gathering. Also, I thought he didn't allow you attend mating nights?" I wipe my nose, thinking of the best reply to give him.

“You’re the only one who has gotten close to him. What do you remember? Did anything jump out to you about the way he looked, the way he smelled?” Fallon tilts her head and looks up at the ceiling, chewing on her lip as she thinks. Her contemplative pose is cute as hell. “He smelled really bad,” she begins, wrinkling her nose. “Like… sour garbage. It was really overwhelming. His wolf was silver, and he was dirty, feral looking…” She leans back in her chair and raises a hand to her chin, thinking again. Then her eyes widen, as if she’s recalled something important. “He had a scar,” she says, leaning forward. “It was up over his eye.” She gestures to her own forehead in a slashing motion.