The Son Of Red Fang Novels & Stories

I ask. “You come to my pack and you don’t know who I am?” the younger Alpha snarls. His father puts a hand on his arm. “Going feral will do that to you. I’m Alpha Liam, this is my son, Alpha Richard. Do you even know my daughter’s name?” I think for a moment. “Rea,” I say.

Had my wolf not been strong, I might have gone feral. Unlike other werewolves, I shifted when I was ten years old. That is when all hell broke loose. My father, Xavier Wolfgang, the alpha of the Redmoon pack, was convinced that I am not his son. According to him, "No son of his would be an anomaly of nature!" By shifting six years earlier than my peers, I became a thorn in his backside.

Cassie raised her hand, and to everyone's shock, the white wolf nuzzled into her palm, a low, contented rumble coming from his massive chest. "This is my son, Daisy. My true son. And he knows his mother." “Mother,” he called. Cassie's heart became weak. She hit her knees, grabbing him into a hug so fierce it probably hurt. “My son. My moongoddes, my beautiful son.” Daisy lost it. “This is impossible!” she yelled, magic crackling around her like a live wire. “He’s been a rogue for years! He can’t just” Lark just shrugged. “Blood calls blood, Daisy. True Red Claw always finds a way.”

I guess no kid wants to feel that they don’t fit in, even if it’s because they’re the future Alpha. In my case, all this red comes mostly from my mother, who had long, curly, bright red hair, while my father just had a bit of red showing when the sunlight hit him just right. Mom had a red wolf, and everyone respected her as a great Luna, and Dad’s wolf had dark black fur that, like his hair, shined with glittering red in the sun. I wonder whether my son will have a red wolf, just like me. And I’ll make sure that he knows how it makes him special, and that it’s okay to be a little different.

Saxon sounded angry, but he was smiling. "Dad, give Red Fang to me, there is something I would like to try." The next morning in the enchantment workshop, Xasha and his mother were standing in front of a table that had Red Fang lying on it, Xasha had asked for his mother's help to upgrade Red Fang as its original creator. "Your father just advanced to the platinum rank and had to report to Uncle Fitzroy, he should be back in time for the banquet," Xara was in a good mood today.

“She’s blowing all of this completely out of proportion.” “And who is Neil?” “Neil Eira,” she said, her voice softening as she pouted. She crossed her arms. “He’s the son of the Blackfang alpha.” An alpha’s son? That got my attention. Blackfang had no ties to Brightclaw, we had mutual ties to other packs, but nothing that connected us directly. There were reasons for that that had more to do with historical precedence than anything. They were perhaps the second largest pack and the third wealthiest.

"Dad, you know that Rock Redwood. He's your nephew. He is an evil creature. And no matter how you look at it, it seems very impossible that he would want me to be the mother of his child! I'm just a lowly she-wolf, and he is the Lycan King!" My foster father, Cannor, wanted me to marry Rock Redwood, who is his nephew and the leader of the pack he belongs to. Rock Redwood is known throughout Europe for its bad temper. Based on what I hear, he has killed many people because of his being an evil lycan. "We have no other solution that can be done now. We borrowed too much money when we needed to take your mother to the hospital."

He is Mary’s father. Mary! Her dad says and she stares at him, still shocked by the process. “We cannot continue to meet like this Alpha Cult.” My dad says but Alpha Cult rounds up the forest and orders his pack members to break the party. Are you aware it’s the red wolves? Mary’s dad asks. “Yes, I am.” They want to kill my son. My dad says and he walks towards me. What were you doing with that girl? Away from the party with the rest? He asks.

I was able to control my anger, more like Seraphina’s anger. “Hey Remi, who’s your new friend?” The red head asked as she hung off of MY mate. “This is Riley RedFang. Riley, this is my brother, Rylen and his girlfriend, Stephanie.” Remi introduced. “RedFang? As in RedFang Defense?” Rylen asked. “The one and only, my dad is the head honcho.” I smirked. “WOW!” Remi said with wide eyes. “A real badass?” She said in awe. I shrugged at her.

My understanding is that membership in each costs money and it was cheaper for my father to change to simply sending warriors out then to continue waiting for warriors to come in. I am the youngest son of Alpha Charles Redmen, the alpha and sole leader of the Red Fang pack. I am the youngest of his six kids. I was born prematurely and, unlike my twin Chloe, struggled to breathe on my own. I guess that’s where everything started. My father wanted nothing to do with a weakling like me. So I became the son he didn’t want, the son he felt was undeserving of my very life.