The Wolf Never Sleeps Novels & Stories

Liv tossed and turned restlessly in her down sleeping bag, her eyes moving rapidly behind her eyelids. She was caught in a dream. A dream about wolves. Wolves with bright, ice blue eyes. Suddenly, the eyes were no longer in a white wolf’s face, but a man’s. A man’s face, all planes and angles; the only thing saving it from being cruel looking was a wide, sensuous mouth.

The auburn colored wolf laid on the bed, her head resting on her paws. She was so tired of being locked up in this room and hidden. Her tail thumped on the bed when her mate returned to the room with dinner. She could smell the raw meat. She licked her lips, her whiskers tickling her tongue. There was certainly a lot to get used to being a wolf.

- Go to sleep. After having dinner and taking a shower, I went into the bedroom. I had one bed, and Fox was already sleeping on it, curled up on the opposite edge. By the way, he fell asleep in his fox form, hanging his fluffy tail on the floor. It was a touching picture. So I wanted to touch his ears and tail. But I knew for myself that not everyone likes this. I didn't love! He considered it personal or even something intimate and inviolable. Yes, I also had such a form with a tail and ears, but it was not customary for wolves to flaunt it. Only in the circle of family and relatives.

I growled as I sat in bed. The lack of sleep wrecked me and Romo. When tired, he was a handful. Shaking my head, I slid off the bed and made my way to the window. I stared off into the night sky. The Wolf's Moon was upon us, something that was sacred to us wolves. Every single pack celebrated in their own way.

He laid her down somewhere not comfortable enough but just to pass the night. “Please, make sure you get some sleep. We have a long day tomorrow.” He reminded. “Yeah I will, and you too.” She said. Garrett smiled on hearing that. “Sleep?” he grinned. “Why are you laughing? Don’t you sleep?” Sheila asked. Sheila who was naïve asked silly questions out of her ignorance. She had no idea that wolves are nocturnal, meaning that, as opposed to humans, they are awake at night and sleep all day long!

Was this done on purpose so I could be with Zaire here? “Here,” she said, pulling me out of my thoughts. “It says that the great black wolf called Amoux is the most powerful wolf in the Black Moon Pack. He was not born, but cursed into a body.” she started reading, “cursed into a body. How does that happen? Aren’t wolves usually born with their humans?” “I don’t know, keep reading,” I replied, scooting to be closer to her.

Some pack mates lay injured on the frost covered earth. My wolf stirred restlessly under my skin. I clenched my fists,torn between fear and an unfamiliar fiery determination. I couldn't stand back and watch my pack fall apart. No matter how much they despised me. I moved forward but immediately froze in place. From the shadows of the forest,the black wolf appeared ,his massive form radiating power and menace. His crimson eyes locked onto mine,pinning me in place. “Lea,”he growled, his voice echoing in my mind. “I’ve waited long enough”.

Another night at home. The wind had stopped, and even the insects seemed to have disappeared. Naomi slept, her body shrunk under the blanket, and I stood there on the edge of the bed, looking at the ceiling and trying to find silence in my head. But silence did not come. He was there. The wolf. He didn’t howl, he didn’t growl, he just watched.

Dirty's eyes were wide, he didn't say anything. "Did my wolf's fantasy shock you?" I asked, cocking my head to the side. My wolf was prancing around, thrilled at having me tell Dirty what she wanted to do. "Yes. You're bloodthirsty and your wolf is vicious. I've never heard of a female wolf being like that." "Be glad those bars are protecting you." I growled and turned to leave. I had confronted the rogues. All of them from the cabin were in custody. I think I will sleep easier knowing they are all in the jail. 'I feel better too.' my wolf said.

Instead, I just lay there, frozen, waiting for morning. The bed shifted. I sat up, heart hammering. Something was wrong. Something was in the bed with me. Something cold and wet and— I threw back the covers. And screamed. The sound tore out of my throat before I could stop it, raw and animal, bouncing off the stone walls. There was a wolf in my bed. Not a full-grown wolf. Not the massive gray beast from my window in Istanbul. A pup. A baby wolf, its fur still soft and dark, its eyes still closed.