The Millennium Wolves By Sapir Englard Novels & Stories

he said, “I suppose you haven’t. Lunus and I consulted you with regards to the remarks about Elkshire, but the second script we handled on our own.” Ryan’s eyes moved from the paper to Evan with curiosity. “What was discovered? Anything useful?” he asked him. “It seems that the settlers who came and founded Banglador in the first place were having some problems with wolves,” Evan told him, recalling what Lunus had expressed to him. “Any time they would make any progress, the wolves of the forest would come and ferociously attack them. The settlers’ solution was to enter into a contract with Malkouth and the genizem. They sacrificed to the forest with the blood of their children, their brothe

They knelt down and pushed my sweat laced raven hair away from my face, their eyes open and kind. “Hello.” The one with brown eyes and rainbow hair said sweetly, his tone low and soft. “Hello.” I responded nervously, watching him for any sign of aggression. “Why are you laid on the ground?” The second wolf asked me, his blue eyes curious and yet humorous. I sighed, knowing that I should think before I speak, not all tribes were friendly to strangers. “I tripped and I am unable to get back up, I was in the glass tubes for days without food or water.”

“It seems to be an intentional move by the Moon Goddess. Most old wolf spirits are retired, so to speak, like Rocky and Avalanche. The four of us have ancient human blood lines. Our genetics makes it easier to control more aggressive, warrior bred wolves.” “More aggressive than Avalanche?” I look at Dad. “I’m sorry, but every werewolf I’ve ever met, other than Mom and Lily, fears Avalanche and rightfully so.” “Yeah, some old wolf spirits like Avalanche had trouble acclimating back to being a regular werewolf.” Milo looks at Dad sympathetically. “If we did some tests, we could probably trace Phil’s human spirit back pretty far.” “That won’t be necessary.” Dad shakes his head furiously. “Avala

I asked, chewing my lip. "You will speak to your wolf. Eluna is her name, correct?" he asked. "I will speak to her...? Is that all?" I asked, holding the warm cup in my hands, taking another sip to ease my nerves. "She will help you. Trust in your wolf," he said as he moved from the table and stood up.

Mira led me to a room with a small bed, a woven blanket, and no windows. A cell, really just one without bars and locks. “Kael will be down the hall, the fifth door to the left. The door doesn't lock from outside. You can try to run, though I wouldn't recommend that.” “I'm not running.” “ We'll see about that.” She turned to leave, then stopped. “ One last thing. The Black Wolves do have a saying: Trust is earned by blood, not words. Remember that tomorrow.”

The book lay open between them, the aged pages worn and delicate, the ink faded but still legible. The illustration stared back at them—two wolves beneath an eclipsed moon, one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. Selene traced the image with her fingertips, her pulse thrumming in her ears. “The Wolves of the Eclipse,” she murmured, repeating the words as if saying them aloud would somehow bring more clarity. Theoden leaned in beside her, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the text. “What does it say?”

Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title. How many times she'd been told that the legendary book had disappeared some generations back. That book - or the book, as they always emphasized it - was rumored to hold all the details of their pack history, all the genealogy charts of the genealogy and history of her pack. She was well aware it had been lost for years until hints of its reappearance popped up. It was all too much of a coincidence - the mention of this town, Calderwood, and the presence of the author of Wolf in that place, were like beacons leading her on her search. Not to mention the reference to the book.

Everyone was having a good time but I wanted to go home. “Meet Ella.” What Logan had for me turned out to be a girl with shoulder-length blonde hair and popping red lipstick. “Hey, Xander,” she giggled, twirling her hair between her fingers. “I’m Ella, nice to meet you.” She extended a hand to me and I looked at it, unimpressed. ‘Have you forgotten Selene doesn’t want you? Better go for someone who clearly wants you,’ my wolf said with a snicker. I had never heard of people’s wolves being their literal enemy so why was mine like this?

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.