The Millennium Wolves 2 Novels & Stories

He almost cries from a weird mix of joy, relief and exhaustion when he sees the menacing wolves stop abruptly, so much so that they pile onto each other in a mess of limbs and confused barks. Millan has to retain his laughter; they really are one of the most idiotic packs he’s ever encountered. He falls to the ground and clutches his painfully pulsating leg with both his hands and leans on the sheltering tree, desperately trying to catch his breath. The pile of alphas and betas slowly disentangle themselves before their leader comes as close to Millan as the border would allow it. “If I catch your scum rogue ass on our territory again, I’ll rip your head off. Is that clear?”

she shrieked, trying to push herself up on trembling arms. The windows exploded inward. Glass showered the room as three massive wolves burst through, their bodies rippling with raw power. Miranda threw her arms over her face, feeling the rush of wind and fur and something ancient that made her own wolf whimper in submission. Daniel scrambled backward, his face drained of all color. The chanting outside stopped abruptly. The three wolves were enormous, each one easily twice the size of normal pack wolves. One had fur black as midnight, another russet brown that gleamed like polished copper, and the third was silver-grey like winter storm clouds.

the Black Wolf growled, his eyes fixed on Millent. "We will not rest until we have what we want. And we will take it, no matter the cost." With those ominous words, the Black Wolf disappeared back into the shadows, leaving Millent and the werewolf pack on edge. They knew that the Moon Clan would be back, and they would be ready. Millicent looked up at her triplets, fear and determination mingling in her gaze. She knew that their love for each other would be tested in the battles to come, and she could only hope that it would be enough to defeat their enemies.

The Resonants stopped, their natural human instincts fighting a sudden, terrifying spike of adrenaline. Killian stepped forward, pushing the massive gates open with a single, effortless thrust of his arm. The courtyard was a sea of slate-grey fur and silver-veined quartz armor. Five hundred massive wolves stirred from their slumber, shaking the morning dew from their heavy coats. The sound of their armored plates grinding together was deafening. They rose to their paws, their violet eyes locking onto the crowd of strangers standing at the threshold of their sanctuary.

The clash of bodies, the snarls and growls, and the sickening sound of claws tearing through flesh filled the air, drowning out the natural sounds of the forest. His amber eyes flicked to Kael, who fought fiercely a few feet away, his gray wolf locked in a brutal struggle with two rogues. Mirella’s smaller, lithe wolf darted in and out of the chaos, her movements precise as she struck at vulnerable points, cutting down the rogues one by one.

Verina’s wolves fanned out on either side of her, all of them large, dark, with glowing red eyes, crouching down, ready to hurl themselves at my pack. My wolves were equally prepared, stooping low, finding their centers of gravity so they could launch off of the ground and meet any attack midair. Or be the first to strike.

Well, I guess I'll have to tell her the truth because she always knows when I'm lying, and she hates it when I do. She's the only friend I have in the entire pack. She's already transformed and is a beautiful omega. Her fur is golden, and her eyes are dark brown. She has a sweet and fiery personality, but that rarely surfaces. Her wolf's name is Lilica. She's very rebellious against the injustices committed against omegas. She's also very funny. Milly is six years older than me and no longer needs to attend the academy, but like me, she hasn't found her mate yet. It seems I'm not the only exception to love among wolves.

But look at you now. You will never win this war, Elena said through gritted teeth. I knelt to her level. But I’ve already won this battle. A howl cut through the air. We all turned. Another howl followed. Then another. Mila’s head jerked up, her ears twitching. Elena’s breath quickened. From the northern cliffs, a line of glowing eyes emerged, then dozens more, shadows shifted—wolves. Our guards stiffened, and one of them whimpered.

She shook out. *Where the heck are we anyhow, hopefully lover boy knows the way back,* Mila said. *I don’t want to go back, ever,* I said, matter of fact. I heard some howls in the distance and without a second thought Mila howled back, wanting to find the others. Wolves obviously prefer to run in a group or a pack, and stick together. It’s better for hunting too. Damien started making motions with his hands and Mila cocked her head to the side. He held a finger up to his mouth, indicating we should be quiet. What?

she finished with a smile. Milo lapped the room in excitement and stopped at the window to look outside. The fields and forest were illuminated by the moon, showing several familiar wolves patiently waiting outside. He had never been let out to run with the other wolves unless it was to be used as their prey when they were restless. Thanks to the shot of wolfsbane and a blindfold, Milo never had a fair chance. “This will be different! Let’s go,” he yipped happily, bounding for the open door with Tessa at his heels.