The Shunned Wolf Fights Back Novels & Stories

“You cannot escape me, biscuits. You know this. You know me.” A shiver ran down my spine, warm and chilly at the same time. “You have done a lot of bad things, Rowan. You should cooperate with the police and get punished by the laws.” Immediately, more than 30 dozens of men stormed into the building. They are the Special Elite Police Forces, trained to fight against werewolves. They hurried into the hall, circling the whole place with a trained formation to trap Rowan and I in the middle. Their silver shields formed a barricade around us, their special rifles fully loaded and pointing at us, set ready to fire up at the slightest threat.

Was she going crazy? She shook herself as best she could, hearing the growl of the wolf that brought the wolf violently against her neck threatening to bite her. Jade's fingers felt for something hard and long and she grasped it. She did not stop to analyze it. Using the momentum of her arms, she turned slightly and moved what she had grasped, slamming the wolf onto her. The beast recoiled as the piece of burned milk decomposed on its nose.

“Now.” But it was too late. A growl came from the trees. Then another. Then ten more. Eyes glowed in the dark. Dozens of them. Rogue wolves. Huge. Scarred. Foaming at the mouth. Lycan stepped forward. “This is your only chance. Leave. Or die.” The rogues didn’t speak. They charged. **Rosa’s POV** The fight was chaotic. Snarls. Blood. Claws. I sliced one rogue’s throat, then ducked as another leapt over me.

“You can’t stop what’s already begun.” The cavern erupted into chaos as Ronan’s wolves attacked, and the battle for Sasha’s fate began. The air split with the sound of snarling wolves, echoing like thunder through the cavern. Ethan pushed Sasha behind him as a massive black wolf lunged toward them, its fangs snapping with murderous intent. He met the beast head-on, shifting mid-motion into his own wolf form. His muscles rippled, his claws raking against the creature’s hide, tearing through flesh and fur. The wolf yelped but wasn’t down—it came back snarling, eyes glowing red, unnatural and wrong.

The arrow remaining in her hand flies toward another but he dodges it quickly. She's putting up one hell of a fight. But my men can handle a she wolf. She smacks Odin, one of my best fighters, with her wooden bow, splintering it into pieces. I hear Odin hiss as the woman lunges at him and I smell fresh blood. Everyone freezes except the woman. No, she takes her opening, bolting into the nearest trees. No one, not even me, had gotten the upper hand on Odin since he came to our pack. "Go get her!" My voice booms as I snatch the arrow from my shoulder. "Who is she?" I growl at the man Dimitri still holds.

I felt my wolf unfurl from my subconscious, her power bubbling close to my surface the longer Lucille remained glaring at me. Did she know she was issuing a challenge with such a stare? I fought to control my now rumbling wolf and clenched the pen in my hand tightly. A hint of my wolf must’ve shown in my eyes because she hesitated, then slowly backed away. I didn’t relax yet, watching her warily. “You know what? You’re not even worth it.” She said, shaking her head. “You can keep snooping around but I don’t imagine Ivan is going to like it very much.” She hissed.

“Oh god, could this be the disaster I was fearing that was about to happen to us?” “You and your brother may have passed the interview and been accepted into the North. We have accepted you here and we believe that you should be on your best behaviour. If we find out that you are spies or have ulterior motives for coming to the North, we will kill you, reanimate you with magic and kill you again. Be warned!” he said, the stern look on his face never left and his eyes glowed a fierce and bright yellow. That was his wolf eyes and I was terrified. My brother who was now scared of the man before us, clung to me and I held him, patting his head to calm him down.

“could this day get any worse she growled out “ realizing whatever was chasing her had long giving up she moved slowly on all pass familiarizing herself with her environment she decided the shade at the tree was a good spot to rest and think after a long run moving towards that direction she was caught mud air and raised above the ground by what would looked like a trap made for bush animals “got you” the voice from earlier spoke coming out of the shadows…. “who are you and what are you looking for “ she looked expectantly at the man who looked like a warrior of some sort he looked at her weirdly as though expecting an answer she was in her wolf form for realms sake she could not speak unles

he shouted, just as a rogue wolf lunged toward me from the side. Without hesitating, Josh leapt into the fray, transforming midair into his wolf form. His fur, a striking blend of dark grays and earthy browns, bristled in the moonlight as he threw himself at the rogue with a snarl. His teeth flashed as he collided with the rogue, knocking it off course and sending it sprawling to the ground. They rolled together in a tangled, snarling mess of fur and claws, but Josh was quicker, more precise. He locked his jaws onto the rogue’s shoulder, holding firm despite the rogue’s desperate thrashing.

Swinging my head around, I see the three shadow shifters facing off against a single wolf, their lips curled back as they growl. The wolf has dark red fur and nearly black eyes, and I don’t need to be told who he is, even though I’ve never seen him in this form before. Quinton. He has a handful of pack wolves at his back, ready to defend him, but I’ve seen my men fight. I know what they’re capable of, how strong and brutal they can be. This fight could go our way. All isn’t lost. Quinton snarls at the three feral shifters. You think you can beat me? That you can win this war?