The Wolf Lady Who Wanted To Keep A Human Novels & Stories

But from where Rebel and the cougar were now seated again, she was out of eyesight. Someday you’ll want me to want you, When I’m strong for somebody else, Patsy crooned over the loudspeakers. Slowly, Lily made her way to the bar top, curiosity getting the better of her. The fiery scent of whiskey mixed with dish soap from the bar sink thickened the closer she eased to the bar. The barmaid wiped the inside of a tulip beer glass with a microfiber towel as she gave Lily a once-over. “Is it true?” the woman asked. “You’re a Grey Wolf?”

“A werewolf?” Everly repeated. “You don’t mean a wolf shifter like us, but a werewolf, right?” “No, I mean a werewolf. You shouldn’t be surprised, though. You know all about werewolves, don’t you, dear?” Everly knew what she was getting at. She nodded. “And you’re a human?” The woman nodded. “I am.” “Aren’t you scared?” Slate asked. He folded his arms across his massive chest. “Aren’t you afraid that one of these werewolves will go berserk and hurt you?”

By midday Brynn had the letter on her desk and the new wolf, washed and fed, sitting respectfully in the lady’s study while Brynn read. The wolf was called Mara, by the letter. The letter was from an alpha of a small pack in the western territories, a pack Ashford had no quarrel with and barely any contact with. The alpha wrote in a careful older hand that Mara had served his keep faithfully for six years as an assistant to the lady there, that the lady had died in a sickness the spring previous, and that without her Mara had asked leave to seek new work because the keep had no role left for her shape of skills. The alpha vouched for her honesty, her quiet competence, her gift for managing t

The wolf from my dream was here. It was physically here. It was massive, with glowing blue eyes. He looked pissed. Monica shook next to me. “Holy fuck…. I can't do this!” Monica's voice was laced with fear. She dropped the knife she held at my side. She turned to flee. Before she got the chance. The black wolf pounced on her. Chad was nowhere to be seen. Of course, P.O.S. The wolf growled in her girl's face. Monica began sobbing. I couldn’t let her die.

And their claws tore at the soft soil, leaving blackened gouges in the glowing ground. Lymera’s heart raced, but she did not falter. She shifted into her wolf form, powerful and sleek, fur shining silver in the moonlight, eyes blazing with golden fire. The queen of Nightbrae, Alpha’s mate, protector of the forest’s heart… she was a force to be reckoned with.

“I won't hesitate to pull the trigger." “Fine," one of the men groaned and sighed. “We work for the lycans; we live with them." I exchanged glances with Axton. “Did they ask you to place the bounty?" He asked. “She placed the bounty, but they didn't ask her to," he replied. “She thought she could get the White Wolf because humans can do anything for money.” "But you're a human, right?” Axton asked the lady. "So what if I am?” The lady snapped, as if jolting out of her shocked state. "They promised to raise the rank of whoever could catch the white wolf.”

Gabriel didn't move. The wolf general crouched slightly, ready to spring. And I braced for it when I head a crashing sound and a wall tumbling, dust and chunks of metal rained down as a figure stepped through the rubble. Not just any figure, It was Victoria Monroe, she was dragging a limp, broken werewolf body behind her by the throat, still twitching, barely alive like it was nothing more than a sack of laundry. Her long trench coat flared behind her, streaked in gore, the fingers of her metal arm clenched tight around the wolf's neck.

**Vera’s POV** Later that night, I couldn’t sleep. I stepped outside. Lycan was already there, leaning against a tree. “You always know when I need company,” I said. “I’m a wolf,” he replied. “We sense things.” I stepped closer. “You okay?” he asked. “No.” “Why?” “That girl. The white-haired one. I’ve seen her before.” He turned to me. “Where?” “In Silas’s camps. But she was kept in a cage.”

Just then, a guard approached and reported, “Marshal! We’ve just captured a woman from Florence. She claims to be the Wolf King’s woman!” “What did you say?” Kabreh suddenly stood up, but his vision darkened momentarily due to low blood pressure and hunger. After a while, he recovered, grabbed the guard’s collar, and asked excitedly, “You said you captured the Wolf King’s woman?” “Yes! She told us her identity herself,” the guard reported truthfully. “The Wolf King’s woman. The Wolf King’s woman, hahaha...” Kabreh muttered to himself, then burst into laughter. His face glimmered with excitement. “Go, bring her here!”

The man's discomfort only intensified as Linda's wolf emerged, her primal nature commanding control over the situation. My breath caught in my throat as I witnessed the transformation unfolding before me. The duality of Linda's existence, the fusion of humanity and the untamed essence of the wolf, struck me with awe and reverence. She was a force to be reckoned with, a protector of our kind, and I felt a surge of gratitude for having her by my side. "Humph, pesky humans," Linda growled, her voice a low, rumbling growl that reverberated through the air. The man, now reduced to a quivering mess, could do nothing but cower under the weight of her presence.