The Wolf's Den Book Novels & Stories

The book lay open between them, the aged pages worn and delicate, the ink faded but still legible. The illustration stared back at them—two wolves beneath an eclipsed moon, one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. Selene traced the image with her fingertips, her pulse thrumming in her ears. “The Wolves of the Eclipse,” she murmured, repeating the words as if saying them aloud would somehow bring more clarity. Theoden leaned in beside her, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the text. “What does it say?”

“Yeah, boss, sir. Once I transfer some of my laundry from the washer to the dryer. If I keep using Lelandi as a defense, Sam will fire me. Inform him that Lelandi comes first. Darien walked into the room. Lelandi scowled at him while she had her arms folded. “What happened to Ural?” He will be detained for some time. That’s the only place he’s going after what he did to you. Lelandi tensed up when Darien hugged her. What movie will you be watching? By the Light of the Moon is a werewolf romance book by Julia Wildthorn that was adapted for television.

It was plain, a pale green color, and didn’t have any zippers or tiny metal fastenings designed to trap a wolf’s fingers. “This will do,” I muttered, holding it up to the light. It wouldn’t make me itch too badly. That was something. My skin was already crawling anyway—too tight, too foreign. I was wearing the wrong form. Every breath reminded me. I was a wolf. I was me. And I had a pack to lead. The Den loomed ahead, rooted and sprawling like a creature at rest—but it wasn’t resting. Not today. Not after what we’d survived. Even before we stepped through the doors, I could feel it: the buzz of movement, the tension crawling just under the surface. The Den was full.

He took a seat on the step and signaled for Clara to sit next to him. "You haven't asked who bit you yet." Clara automatically grabbed her calf, the pain felt like a distant memory now. She felt the less she knew the easier it would be to forget. "Wolves are pack creatures. We live for the pack. Without one we will go crazy. Without one you will go crazy." "What are you talking about?" Clara was confused.

She cleared her throat when she saw that I had actually been referring to that when I'd asked why she was there -there being the Den. My eyebrows caved down when I realized that Angelo would be pissed that I'd left and had no plans of coming back. For the night, that is. That place was still my job and if I wanted to understand what was wrong with me and go back to the other wolves as just that, a wolf, I'd have to understand humans at their heart and then find someone who could point me in the direction of who had more information on my situation.

In sleep, she looked so innocent, unburdened by the responsibilities that weighed on us both. Silently, I crossed the room to where my travel bag lay. Digging through its contents, I pulled out a book I had brought with me from the city. The leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age—a relic, much like the secrets it contained. Settling back into bed, I opened the book, eager to lose myself in its ancient wisdom. The familiar scent of parchment and ink-filled my nostrils as I started to read. This book, unlike any other, held unparalleled information about the spirit wolf and its significance. My eyes glided over the pages, absorbing each word with a ravenous hunger.

But alas, Mom needs my help today and I promised I’d pick her up some hot coffee on my way over to help warm her up since we’re in the middle of Autumn and in Denali, it’ll only get colder from here. Luckily, Denali wolves are built for this kind of persistent wintry climate being that we’ve been living on these snowy-capped Mountains for centuries now that we've grown almost resistant to the cold. It also helps that we're especially known for having white, fluffy fur coats in our wolf form that protect us from the worst of the winds, compared to our other shifter neighbors. I follow reluctantly behind Becca as we enter the Beanery, my mood dwindling with each step we get closer to the worst

If Naomi could choose one way to describe Molly right now she'd go with 'in her element'. The woman was literally overjoyed finally getting to smugly tell her clever story of how she'd engineered this. "You were all so easy to manipulate. Now i will have the blood of the last of the white wolves and I will gift it to my daughter and we will be unstoppable." she crowed gleefully. Naomi didn't know what she was referring to.

-- he says clapping his hands-- I wanted to know your kingdom, talk to people, see the wrestling training and adopt a puppy-- I widen my eyes when I see your last choice --- Puppy? You want a dog knowing you have me, a wolf at your disposal 24 hours a day?-- I ask jealous at the idea of a flea chasing my wife --- I say all that and you just notice that?-- an indignant question, but I'm the one who should be indignant here-- that's right a very fluffy and furry puppy-- I ignore my last question --- You didn't answer my last question!-- I say seeing her sigh rolling her eyes --- Because I've always wanted to have a puppy, Deniel-- he speaks slyly-- and another thing, I've never seen his wolf--

And if I walk into his den ahead of him, I’ll be trapped. Still, I think he’s uneasy, too. He thumbs the pages of his waterlogged book and stands in a very posed, very nonchalant way. Like he very much wants me to go into his den, and he’s very worried I won’t, and he doesn’t want me to know that. What’s in there? My wolf prowls a few inches closer to the entrance and pokes her nose in. It’s dark inside and smells even more like him than the grove out front.