The Wolfs Plea: Brothers Seek Forgiveness Novels & Stories

"Fred. I-I'm sorry. I didn't know that it would be this difficult. I thought you were a Wolvesmith and that you would be able to tame them!" I led the large wolf back to the car. "If I weren't a Wolvesmith, I would've died a long time ago. Just go. Sign the papers. I'm not returning." Rosa silently got in the car. Philip said angrily, "Rosa, Mr. Presley has divorced you. Please stop harassing him! You were the one who abandoned him in the wilderness. Now you're putting on a pitiful act asking for forgiveness. Don't you think it's all very nauseating?"

"Don't touch me! Do you even know who I am? I saved the Wolf King’s life. I'm the Queen's sister!" The two men burst out laughing. "You really think you can scare us with the Wolf King and Queen? I'll let you in on a secret. Those two sent us!" They started tearing at my clothes. No matter how I cursed or begged, they didn't stop. Just as despair swallowed me whole, the door was kicked open. Cade stood there, his face dark with fury. With his bare hands, he tore one of the werewolf's arms clean off. Blood sprayed everywhere as the man screamed and collapsed.

“You could end it, you know. Pick a winner. Let them live.” I snort. If only it were that easy. “Find me one who can last past the third sunrise, and maybe I’ll consider it.” Her presence flickers in front of me, like a whisp of smoke. “You’ve gone soft. I can smell it on you.” “Must be your imagination. The only thing soft here is the ground after the corpses hit it.” She chuckles and fades, leaving the back of my skull blessedly empty. I straighten, scanning the new arrivals. A witch crying into her hands. Two wolves are already posturing for dominance. A human, brave or stupid, probably both, trying to look like she belongs. Typical.

Lucas started dragging her back towards the van. She struggled and screamed, but he was too strong. He threw her in the back and slammed the door. Clara sat up and tried to open it back up, but it was locked. They started moving and Clara continued her pounding and screaming on the back window. Two wolves appeared from the forest and Clara's heart broke. It was David and James; they were too late.

At what point did everything go completely crazy? Still the wolf began to speak. -Once upon a time there were three puppies. Two males and one female. She was older than the two of them but they were always close. They were good times. They cared for and loved each other. The three of them were happy and vowed to be together for a lifetime. But the older of the two males had always concealed that he loved the female. But he promised himself that the day they were older he would declare. I imagine you can already imagine what happened. My brother was faster and when the big day arrived it was announced that they would become partners. The older male felt betrayed. The younger male knew that h

When I look back at my brother he is crying. “They kept you in prison, their own daughter,” Caleb tears soon stop flowing as rage starts to fill him. “MOTHER, FATHER!” Rex comes forward and barrels down the hall. The triplets see and shift before running after him. Rex is snashing his teeth and snarling uncontrollably. I look for Finch but realize Duke has come forward and is following my brother too. “What are they going to do?” Lewis asks. “Maybe kill my parents,” I watch the four largest wolves I know slam into my parents door.

"They took my family from me. They took your brothers, your sisters, your homes. And now? They've taken Sarah. One of our own." The younger hunters stiffen. Eyes narrow. Lips curled. My voice drops, sharp and cold. "There is no forgiveness for that. No second chances. No mercy." I turn, facing the whole camp now. "We hit them tonight. We don't stop until every wolf is dead, their dens burned, their blood soaking into the roots of the trees they've claimed as their own." I raise my arm, voice thundering across the hills. "This is the reckoning! No survivors! No peace! Only justice!"

“It was about coming home.” He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, resting his forehead briefly against hers. The air between them hummed, not with battle’s heat, but with peace’s fragile heartbeat. When he turned back toward the pack, hundreds of eyes met his. Wolves, young and old, scarred and trembling, waited for his word. Delph raised his voice, strong though rough with exhaustion. “Brothers. Sisters. For too long we’ve been bound by fear,of power, of the Council, of each other. No more.”

Oh how she messed up. But both of them stopped staring as they heard another laugh, in sync with Brody’s. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!” As they look up, the wolves shouted. They were begging to which it made Azrael and Levi stopped and wonder why they were shouting like they were traumatize. But it was no wonder knowing who and why they beg. “Please, no more!” “We made a mistake!” “Please, spare us!” More and more begging made Azrael shock at their sudden inferiority contrasting. But knowing who or what was the reason, she doesn’t need any explanation.

3 hours earlier Author's POV The fierce conviction in his voice lit a spark in his sons. Their jaws tightened, shoulders squaring as though his words had sewn iron into their spines. They exchanged glances—silent, weighty looks that carried both understanding and unspoken fears. At last, one by one, the brothers nodded, their earlier frustration ebbing into something steadier. In that moment, it was not only loyalty to their father that bound them but the vow he had voiced: never to abandon the search for the Phoenix wolf, never to surrender hope of saving their mother.