The Broken Wolf Novels & Stories

They were sharp and wild, restored to their true lupine nature. A golden light burned within them. "Impossible!" Larry roared. "Father, this is a mistake!" A shockwave of whispers rippled through the hall. "Derek? The Silver Moon princess chose Derek?" "The one they call the Broken Wolf...?" "Wait, look at his eyes..." Derek walked toward the platform, each step steady and strong. He no longer needed a wheelchair. The old Alpha nodded in satisfaction. "Derek, come here." "Father!" Larry rushed forward, his face red with fury. "There must be a misunderstanding! How could Reina choose him? We're fated mates!"

I wait for the pain, for the strange end, but that’s when something soars right through the broken window, demolishing the entire section of the wall. It’s a big white wolf.

"I know I was wrong! Please forgive me—just give me one more chance!" His voice was hoarse, filled with despair and pleading. "I promise, I’ll cut ties with Lilith and her family. From now on, I’ll only have eyes for you. We can start over—we can have a happy life together!" I scoffed, curling my lips into a sarcastic smile. I laughed at his naivety and foolishness. "Do you really think we can go back to what we were?" Behind me, I heard his anguished howl. It was the sound of the werewolf in him being consumed by pain, just like how he was.

They seem to have a silent conversation—or maybe she’s just thinking really hard while staring at the wolf—and then she stands up and looks up to the sky, staring pensively at the clouds. “Is this real…or is this all in my head?” “A little bit of both, I suppose,” she answers quietly. “Who can tell, really? But here’s a question for you, chosen one…” she murmurs. “What would you do with a broken wolf?” “I’m sorry?” Is that a trick question? Or is it a genuinely curious question? Perhaps a bit of both. I feel my heart beating fast, the thought of having my own wolf suddenly seems daunting but also very exciting…although…what could she possibly mean by broken?

“If you think this is only about death you are mistaken. You broke a treaty.” “Yes but if this were only about the treaty you would’ve taken other forms of compensation.” He smirked, “You are wise.” “I offer all of Sun Wolf land, now as part Traga I have no use for it. It has no fertile soil but many minerals which could be of benefit to you.” He leaned in. The elders seemed interested too. “In addition, we have a rare wolf with us. Falcon is an unusual breed of wolves, giant and ancient. We offer him as a service for wars or acts of intimidation.”

“So come at me, Garrett. Finish it properly or don't finish it at all.” He sighs. Then he moves. Faster this time. Harder. No more holding back. I try to defend. Try to counter. Try to do something other than just survive. But I'm too slow. Too weak. Too broken. Each hit lands. Each blow drives me closer to the ground. And through it all, I feel the eyes of the pack on me. Judging. Disappointed. Already mourning the leader they thought they'd have. This is what being broken looks like. This is what losing your wolf means. This is what I am now, and everyone is watching.

I could hear the sickening crack of his ribs. I scrambled backward, as they all moved slowly towards me. Then the largest of them all stalked forward, saliva dripping from its muzzle. Its red eyes locked onto me. I tried to shift, but I couldn’t. My wolf was too weak, she was broken by years of abuse, and malnutrition. The largest wolf tensed to spring.

She ran with Finn and a dozen warriors. They found him in the Alpha’s chambers. The Breaker was enormous, scarred, eyes burning with hatred. “Skye Nightshade,” he growled. “Heir to corruption.” “Who are you?” “A wolf cast out for refusing omega equality. I gathered wolves rejected for believing strength mattered.” He raised his weapons. “Now I destroy everything Lila built.” He attacked. The Breaker moved like death. Fast. Brutal. Relentless. Skye barely dodged. Finn intercepted the killing blow.

“The border magic is strong. It severs the connection for wolves who cross without permission. And a mate rejection, especially a public one, can shatter the spirit. Your wolf is dormant, child. Perhaps even… broken.” The words were a cold confirmation of my worst fear. My wolf was gone. I was just… me. A broken human, trapped in a body that craved blood. “Why am I here?” I asked, looking from Lyra to Lysander. “What do you want from me?” My voice was weak, but a flicker of defiance, a spark of that green fire, tried to ignite within me. They thought they had me. But I wouldn’t break. Not entirely.

"I didn't know she was there. I thought I was broken." You are not broken, the wolf said, loud enough that I suspected we could all hear it through our bonds now. You are powerful. You are Spirit Wolf. You are mine. Then the silver flooded back into Aria's eyes as the wolf took control again with more force than before. "Enough talking. I need to move, to run, to feel my body after years of stillness."