The Lone Wolf Novels & Stories

Lucy nodded in Naomi’s direction. “Well, as if having kids wasn’t scary enough.” Naomi joked “I have to go and have a special one with a target on his back” Lottie’s wolf made a growl deep in her chest. “Apologies but that was my wolf and I agreeing that they will put a target on Alex over my dead body. I have a duty to him, and I take it very seriously. Also, I’d be lost without his little hugs” she said smiling softly.

“I know.” Everyone looked toward him. The little boy smiled proudly. “They call her the Wolfless Luna” because she showed everyone that strength doesn’t come from having the strongest wolf.” He looked at Aria with admiration. “It comes from never giving up.” Silence settled over the gathering. Aria smiled warmly. “That’s exactly right.” She looked up at the Blood Moon shining peacefully above them. Once, that same moon had watched a frightened, wolfless girl walk alone into exile. It had witnessed her tears. Her loneliness. Her despair. Tonight, that same moon watched a woman surrounded by her family, her friends, and a united world.

“You were caught stealing food from Blood Moon territory. The punishment for theft is death.” A loaf of bread. Stale, moldy bread I’d found behind the kitchen. I’d been starving for three days. Rogues don’t get grocery stores. The crowd murmured. Death was expected. Lone wolves had no rights. No one would mourn me. “Does the accused have any last words?” Darius asked, though it was a formality. Lone wolves never got mercy. I lifted my head. My lip was split from where one of the warriors had hit me during capture. “I was hungry,” I rasped.

He hated the werewolf council and wanted to take their packs. "I wonder what your name is," I say softly to the rogue. If it recognizes my father's name and looks clean and healthy, it can only mean it's sane. Maybe it just lost its pack to war and chose not to join another. Such wolves are called lone wolves; after they leave their pack, they prefer solitude and are self-reliant. They may still be respectable.

She was truly alone and unlucky. I decided I wouldn't leave her to her fate yet, but I wouldn't get my pack involved either. She was innocent and helpless in all of this. I would try to protect her the best way that I could and see where it goes from there. One thing I was sure of was that I wasn't going to settle down with her no matter how strong the pull towards her felt. I needed a wolf as my mate and not a human. Once I am ready to name a Luna, I will let her go.

The other wolves followed him as if he were the leader of them all. Soon Christian was left alone with his wolf, thinking about all that he had learned about himself and his father. "When you return to your world you will have full control over me. You will never hear my voice again, Alpha Christian," his wolf said. He was the first to give him that title. Christian nodded to him with great respect. "Become the great Alpha that your father never was," his wolf said, before he slowly started to disappear. "I will," Christian assured him. "And take care of our beautiful mate," his wolf added.

“Plus you’ve heard how sexual wolves can be. He’s probably just looking for a score then he’ll move along.” “Why are you doing this, Leya? Stop trying to talk yourself out of liking him. Yes wolves are said to be very sexual, but mostly with their mates. And we both know that when they find their mates they usually get one track minds and don’t think about anyone else. That is one thing for sure I know they have up on humans. I would love to have someone that dedicated to me so that I wouldn’t have to worry about him cheating on me. Just embrace it and you guys can figure out all the other stuff one step at a time. I can already tell you like him.”

Without thinking about his actions he held her hand tight and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tight as she finally cried. “Do- Domi-nic Hale’s grandfather was a hunter.” Skye started while hiccupping and sobbing, whilst clutching onto the Alpha and Hakan felt his whole body freeze and his blood run cold when he heard the words following her sentence, “a Legacy Wolf hunter.”

If she were to have been exiled from the pack, then she would have had to fight for her dignity and a room to return to the pack while been stripped of most of her rights as a pack member or leave without fighting and run the risk of becoming a lone wolf. Becoming a lone wolf was one of the things Gwen feared. A lone wolf was at risk of being targeted by any pack and because of not belonging to a pack themselves, they have no support. They’re left to fight on their own and carry their own burdens by themselves. A wolf’s burden was shared by other members of a pack and so was his joy but a lone wolf enjoyed none of that. And at full moon, when the werewolf’s power is believed to be at it’s pe

He always got tense when I mentioned about wanting to leave. “I've been meaning to ask you.” I spoke looking at my hands so he wouldn't see the scared look in my eye. “You have told me of packs and communities. Places people are born too. I'm born to nowhere. Is there anywhere for...” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “For someone like me? Somewhere for abandoned wolves? Somewhere that is safe?” This was playing on my mind a lot over the last few days. Both Liam and Alice explained to me about Rogue wolves, how they live in isolation and kill and cause chaos. I didn't want to become a rogue.