The Last Spirit Wolf Elena Norwood Novels & Stories

"Hello, Alpha Nichols. Just one moment. I will take this in the privacy of my office." Nyla's scent permeated the air like rotten food, and my lip curled into disgust. "Alpha Jones, please don't," I growled, not bothering to look at her as I found the one wolf who had the answers I was looking for. "It would be better if you stay to bear witness. I will be ending this now."

His lips twitched slightly yet he focused his attention back on the crazed wolves before us. It took a few more hours before things finally began to settle down. One by one, wolves were collapsing unto the ground, either unconscious or just tired out. The only ones who remained standing were the ones who remained in their human form. The older generation and the generation that was beneath the stone. Everyone else besides them had turned. I glanced across at Dawson curiously, "where's Bea?" Liza perked up at the name of the adorable little girl and turned to await Dawson's answer.

Dante's POV “Mate! Mate!” My wolf, Bolt whispered to me silently but urging me at the same time. What? What the heck was Bolt talking about. I tried to ignore it, because it is obviously not possible, I am far away from werewolfs and I don't remember hearing about any hidden packs around here, werewolf packs don't like to hide, they make themselves known, But the force of Bolt urging me on was unbearable, so I quickened my steps, it looked like I needed to be quick, as I entered in to the almost silent room, the darkness of it first engulfed me, but it felt good that Bolt has not deserted me completely, I became quickly accustomed to the darkness, I heard a voice pleading and then silent bef

Fenris had been standing there for hours, staring at nothing, thinking of everything. "You found something," Fenris said without turning around. Nikolai stepped inside. He closed the door behind him. The click of the lock echoed in the silence. "Yes." "Tell me." "The Wolfe heir. We have a name." Fenris turned. His gray eyes were flat, hungry, the eyes of a man who had been hunting for eight years and was tired of coming up empty. "What name?" "Raven. No location. Just a first name that surfaced in an old police report."

I had no plans of spending my life with that girl, but the mark made it official in the eyes of our wolf spirits. Elena was supposed to be my scapegoat. She was here to be the punching bag for all the anger I had about my mother’s death. She was here to be punished, to be used, and to be the bridge that let me walk into her father’s pack and take everything he owned.

Then she looked at Naelis and Zoran with a look of surprise. "Is she okay?" Naelis asked, her voice sounded like a small whisper. Mira nodded slowly, but she still looked worried and hesitant. Then she decided to tell Zoran and Naelis the truth. "Vennis is not just a regular wolf… It seems she is a spirit walker." Naelis frowned, looking confused as she had heard many stories about magic, but this was new. "A spirit walker?" Naelis asked. "What is a spirit walker, mother? Is it dangerous?"

A flush crept up her neck, and she turned—fast—and vanished into the crowd like a ghost. “Wait—” I moved after her, but someone blocked my path. Elias Lockwood. Smirking. Arms folded. “She’s clumsy,” he said, tone smooth as ice. “You’ll get used to it around here. The mutts run loose.” I didn’t answer. Her face. Her scent. Her grief. That was the wolf he rejected. The cursed girl. The rumors had reached even the North. Samantha Morgan. Orphaned. Wolf dormant. Scarred by loss. Fated to Elias… once.

An anchor in the storm. “The night you died,” Elias said, looking straight at me, “Elara’s spirit did not rest. The pain, the betrayal, the rage… it was too much. A part of her wolf spirit broke away. It became a thing of pure anger and madness. A corrupted spirit. It went seeking the strongest vessel it could find to get revenge. In your brother there's a demon.” Neal’s arm tightened around me. “Noah?” he breathed, his face pale. “There's a demon inside my brother?."

“Alpha. The Council will send more. Will come themselves if they have to. This was just the first wave.” “I know,” I said. “But now we have something they did not expect.” “What?” “Hope.” I looked at the freed wolves. “And allies who know their secrets.” The handler stepped forward. “My name is Elena. And I can tell you everything. Where the Council meets. How many members are there? What they are planning.” She looked at her freed family. “But we need sanctuary. The Council will kill us all when they learn what happened here.” “You have it,” I said. “You are packed now. All of you.”

The sword was heavy in her hands, its power draining her strength. "Elena!" Kaelen's voice cut through the chaos. "Fight it! Don't let it win!" Elena gritted her teeth, her eyes blazing with silver-blue fire. She raised the sword, its light blazing. "I am Elena. I am the White Wolf. I am the Ancient Alpha. And I will not surrender." The light exploded outward, consuming the shadows. The Primordial screamed, its form flickering. "This is not over! I will return! I will—"