The Son Of Red Fang Novels & Stories

Edric began gently, his voice softer than most had ever heard it, “where are you from?” The boy with the frizzy curls glanced at the others. He was the oldest, maybe ten. “We… from Red Fang. Across the ridge.” “Red Fang,” I repeated slowly. I’d heard of them before, and not in glowing terms. The boy nodded. “Our parents were…taken. Say they do bad thing in war. Not true. But we still…kick out. Not allowed back.” The girl beside him clutched her shirt, eyes lowered. “The forest is cold,”

And across from him, standing on a rise, was a wolf the size of a bear. Thick gray fur. Amber eyes that flickered like firelight. His brother. Caelen. Dead nearly ten winters. Rowan took a step forward. “This is a dream.” Caelen growled low. “No. This is a summons.” --- When Rowan woke, he was already sweating. He’d felt it in his bones—cold, clear, sharp. A summons from his old pack: the Redfang. Not a message. A call to judgment.

he continued, “The Red Fangs found our first hideout.” The name made my stomach twist. Red fangs, Damien’s MC. He kept going, his voice steady but low. “Dante and my father went there to handle it. The fight got messy. Dante killed Logan—the president of the Red Fangs. Damien’s father.” My heart dropped.

“Uh,” she said. “Well… it was a shock. I mean – what happened over there with those guys?” “Yeah,” he said, sitting down with a sigh. “The Highwaymen are having some… growing pains at the moment.” “Growing pains?” “Yep. That guy with the red hair is Gunner and Nell’s son, Fox.” Jo looked over at the man again, then looked at Nell. Yeah, OK, there was a strong similarity especially around the chin and eyes: the guy had the same steady, hard blue-steel gaze.

He raises his head again and a small one sided dimple adores his face as he smiles at me. "She is napping." He tells me and I nod my head at him. Everyone was right when they speculated that Randall would take after Donovan and look like the exact replica of him. Randall looks like the younger doppelganger of Donovan and the only difference is the white wolf hairs that he had inherited from me. My son is a white wolf like me and I couldn't be more proud. "Of course, she is." I pet him on the hair gently. "Now, follow nanny Becky back to the castle and that grandma Rivera would give you a nice warm bath. You stink." I twist my nose in fake disgust and Randall laughs at the face I make.

The King of the Nightfang Pack, Ragnar Blackwood, Lucien’s father, finally exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. Even as a king, he still found himself unsettled by his son’s rage. He knew that if anything happened to the strange girl, his son’s mate, everyone in the throne room would face the wrath of the True-Blooded Alpha Prince.

Mom’s face twisted with heartbreak, and she turned away like she couldn’t bear to watch. Only after Dad paid me compensation did I agree to sign the statement asking for leniency. Mom glared at me while holding Howard protectively in her arms. “From now on, I’ll pretend I never had a son like you.” I looked at her and smiled. “Ma’am, did you forget? I was never your son in the first place.”

I walked where I was pointed and then I looked up. He was standing at his father's shoulder across the compound. Rhydian Ironfang. I knew his face from years of intelligence documents. He had dark skin, and his locs were pushed back from his face. His jaw looked permanently tense and his eyes were full of an expression I hadn’t seen in a long time. Was it guilt? His father leaned in, said something and laughed. The sound flowed across the compound easily. It was full and satisfied, the laugh of a man who had just conquered a peaceful Pack and planned to turn their people to slaves.

But wasn't Vincenzo Giovanni's son, just like his dad. Would Giovanni harm his own son, for betraying him? Josh didn't think Giovanni could be that cruel, however at the same time he couldn't say that he knew Giovanni well, he was still new to this family and didn't understand anyone. Josh leaned against the wall as he continued to listen in while waiting for Antonio to finish up his conversation. Eventually, Antonio spotted him and stopped the conversation to approach him. Josh gave him a half smile,“Can I talk to you?” Antonio nodded, however he noticed the half smile. He could tell it was something serious Josh was about to ask. “Yeah. What is it?”

“I am so sorry my daughter, but fate is on your side. I cannot help you, but you… you can cut the head off the snake. Your real father was no ordinary wolf, he was powerful, his wolf ancient of an old bloodline. A red wolf, built to protect, built to fight. You are the same, you will see.” Teal's words came back to me ‘My name is Teal Mac-Tier, Alpha of the Sea Dogs pack and knight of the Red Branch, my wolf is Cuchulinn, who lives to serve his king, Conri and he will be reborn. Tala Mac-Tier you are my daughter and I love you.’ “I am a Mac-Tire, not a Phelan.” I looked to my mother for confirmation and she nodded, again tears sprang from her eyes.