The Son Of Red Fang Novels & Stories

“Neither are you.” My father growled but Ethan pulled me back, growling and baring his canines. “Watch yourself, Alpha Cross.” “Who is the pup baring his canines at me?” Alpha Alan stepped up, putting a hand on both Ethan’s shoulder and mine. “My son and current Alpha of the Red River pack. As well as Skylar’s mate.”

" She was very serious about her job as their caretaker. Grayson could say without a doubt that he would never want to get in trouble with that witch. "No, that's not it. Not yet, at least. I need you to gather your supplies for the spell that will stop a young wolf from changing until he is ready." "Is Randi—" Her eyes got bigger. "No, Kyle's partner isn't with Young. The heir to the Redwood has already been born. He is my child." Every time he said "my son," his chest filled with pride.

I promise to come back as soon as I can. The pup's brow furrowed, but he nodded, shaking his sleek, silver hair as she did. At least Clara was thankful that barely her son bore any resemblance to the wolf that had sired him. Fenris was almost a copy of her, even his orbs already had the characteristic reddish color of the wild ones. -Clara announced to the she-wolf and got up after placing a kiss on the forehead of her son's face.

“This is no ordinary child, I am sure you know that since he’s the son of a fox spirit and a Lycan.” Both Fenriz and I nod. “We’ve been told to wait until he’s 6 years old to see which spirit takes a hold of him first,” Fenriz echoes the words of the pack shaman. Hikari sobs at this. “Someone failed to mention that in that time, he will be in a world of pain so unimaginable that he will do anything to get rid of it!” “But why?! Why is my son in so much pain?!” Fenriz growls as his eyes split, both terrified and angry at this revelation.

Jack doesn’t do tired. He glances at me, a half-smile tugging at his lips. “So no, I’m not taking over Red Night. I’ll observe while I’m here. See if anyone’s worthy. Someone strong enough to lead without needing to grovel. When we have a son, I’ll step down from Blood Fang and let him carry the legacy.” I blink. A son? My face instantly heats up. I bite my lower lip, trying to hide the smile threatening to break through the blush. Jack notices, of course, and smirks.

Blonde hair. He is my father. I mean…the father of this body, Lana Redley. He is Alpha Redley, a powerful Alpha in the North who can influence even the Lycan King of the North, Dustin Landric into doing things for him. According to my information, he fed his daughter silver which is deadly enough to kill a wolf, even if it’s an Alpha’s daughter. Something inside my chest burns at the thought. I shouldn’t be angry because I am not Lana but fearing him and despising him is like…muscle memory of this body.

- I asked softly. He flinches without saying anything. - Nobody will hurt you here, but to help you, I need answers. - My name's Sam, and I belong to the Blue River Pack. I knew that pack. We were allies. It was a small pack led by a good Alpha. - I'll call your Alpha to get you. My son whimpers, and I put my hand on his chest. - You are my son's mate. Do you know that? The boy nodded.

From the moment he sat down, wincing but with a twinkle in his eye, I knew he was different. "That looks pretty bad," I had said to him, examining his injury. "How did you manage to get wounded like this?" He chuckled, a deep, warm sound that seemed to fill the room. "Territory disputes. Never a dull moment being an Alpha's heir." I didn't respond, so he kept speaking. "I am the son of Alpha Johnson of the Dark Moon Pack."

“This is a heavy responsibility to bestow on the boy. How can we know he’s fit for the role?” My father, seated beside me, stood and spoke with pride in his tone, “Hadeon is my son, a Beta-son. Though he’s not indicated possessing a wolf his entire life, I’ve trained him just as I would have if he did. Alone, he willingly goes out of his way to connect with Mother Nature, studying our ways and learning all he can to create his own unique connection.” My father placed a hand on my shoulder. “He’s one of us, and he wants to prove it by doing something for us that not a single one of us can do.” “How old is the boy?” a councilman from Frostfang asked.

In that same second, alarms blared and guards shouted. Darius bolted upright. “Breach! East perimeter!” Through the window we saw torches and heard howls. Dozens of rogue wolves swarmed the gates. Leading them was massive black brute that had Zane’s eyes. The Rogue King himself, Zane’s real father. He roared, “Give me my son!” Then my wolf spoke aloud for the first time, voice echoing like thunder. “Over my dead body.” The pack froze and stared at me. War had come to Silverfang pack.