The Broken Wolf Novels & Stories

But I had nothing to offer her, nothing but the remnants of a shattered heart and a relentless darkness that refused to be tamed. As soon as Lyla left, I called a meeting of my pack. We had important matters to discuss, matters that would determine the fate of our pack and the world we lived in. As Alpha, it was my duty to lead and protect them, and I would do so with the same ferocity that had earned me the title of the Broken Alpha. As the pack members gathered in the meeting hall, I could sense their unease. They could feel the storm brewing, the tension building beneath the surface of our fragile peace. My Beta, Cole, stood beside me, his expression unreadable, but I knew he shared my co

I start to freak out a little bit. Dean puts his hands on my shoulders and bends down to my level. “You are not broken; I never want to hear you call yourself that again. We’ll see what we can find out. Okay?” He says looking into my eyes. I lean back into Issac, “But what if what happened is my wolf simply didn’t want me?” I say, trying to hold back my tears. Why doesn’t my wolf want me. Am I really so broken?

Before anyone can react it kneels beside the wolf, the threads around its hands flare softly. The malformed wolf goes still instantly. The clearing falls silent. The creature lowers its head slightly. Listening. Then its silver eyes close. The threads around the creature pulse once, softly. And then the screaming stops. Not because the wolf died, because the shifting stabilized. The wolf collapses unconscious into the snow. Breathing. Alive. The creature rises slowly, turning toward us. And speaks, not perfectly, but enough. “Breaking.” Its gaze lifts toward the mountain. “Boundary…. Breaking.”

Only want her. I am undone. I am falling apart. She is gone. And my wolf, my broken, desperate wolf, growls low. Full of despair. Full of need. Full of recognition I cannot name. She broke me. And I don’t even know why. The world moves on. I am frozen in the space she left behind. I will not forget that name. Not now. Not ever.

“I need to ask you something about my wolf.” There’s a pause before he asks, “Is she still not coming out?” A sharp pain tugs at my heart. “My wolf isn’t coming out. Is she broken?” “No,” he almost barks. “She’s not broken. She’s just weak right now. When wolves are kept down for too long, they become submissive or afraid. They don’t remember how to rise forth, but don’t worry. If you can feel her, then she’s still there, which means she can be coaxed out. Reawakened.”

I blink at Raph’s last remark, because surely I misheard him. My wolf? Broken? That’s not possible. Lycan wolves don’t just break like cheap clay pots dropped by a toddler. But the look on his face says he’s serious, and that makes me sputter like I just swallowed half the stream behind us. “What? My wolf is broken? Why would you even say that?” I demand, but my voice wavers. Which is unfortunate, because that makes me sound very close to crying again, and I have cried enough today to water an entire cursed forest.

And when the time came, my final moves would play out as planned. The broken girl Conan saw was only a shell now, shed like a snake's skin to reveal something stronger beneath. My enemies and allies alike would soon come to understand that this wolf had grown cunning claws in the wilderness of exile, learned to find footing amid ruin. And she would tear down the world itself to protect her cubs if that was demanded.

“Come here.” Lucien pulled me into a warm hug. For the first time in my life, I felt whole. I was no longer the broken girl who didn’t have a wolf. My father’s death had ended the war, but my mother’s confession had given me back my power. I couldn’t wait to meet my wolf. I couldn’t wait to navigate my new life with the absolute love of my life by my side. ~~~~~~ Thank you for reading until the end. <3.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

“You're going to break yourself if you continue to keep it inside.” Cecilia turned, her eyes glinting with held-back feelings. “They turned their backs on me, Annie. My family, my pack. They threw me out like I was nothing.” Her voice trembled, and she collapsed onto a nearby chair, cradling her head in her hands. "How can I recover from that?" Annie crouched down next to her, gently resting a reassuring hand on her arm. "You are among the powerful wolves I have come across." And you’re not alone on this. You have me.”