The Wolfs Plea: Brothers Seek Forgiveness Novels & Stories

Holding my breath, I wait to hear a response. Every wolf in every cage falls silent. Even the wolves who were not linked to me seem to understand that something momentous has just occurred, and they look at me with wide, searching eyes. “I am no threat to you,” I promise as I let a bit of glow touch my skin. “I won’t let them take me and my pups. Please help me protect my children and your children too.” A light appears at the end of the tunnel, and I let my hands shift, becoming gleaming claws covered in bright red fur. Tilting my head upward, I howl, its sorrowful note echoing up through the chamber, a desperate plea begging the others to stand with me.

" I didn't fully understand what he said, but I think that I needed to be punished? Maybe not wolfing out is a big sin. Since he also says he will forgive Khalid if I go to the dark forest. Khalid gasped and tried his best to shake his head to say no. Papa made it clear that an Alpha had no mercy on someone who hadn't wolfed out, even if it was his own daughter and to her supporter. Even though my brother kept on shaking his head, he suddenly screamed and howled in pain. My eyes are shaking, and I look from my parents to Khalid. Not knowing what to do. My mind wasn't capable of thinking beyond my brother's safety. "Please don't hurt Khalid; I'll go."

“Just let go, and I’ll be right there with you.” She calmed slightly as he held her. The first time was always the worst and she was so much older than she should have been for a first timer. He felt his own wolf clawing its way to the front of his mind rushing to be freed. He could feel her letting go, letting the beast with in her move forward. Her wolf was violently making its appearance, with one more blood curtailing scream Tifs eyes opened wide as the wolf broke free of the human form that held her. A beautiful red and silver creature, the bright green eyes glinting in the moon lit snow covered night. His black wolf hushing to meet hers. Siron had only one thought rush through his mind

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

'What do you want Denver? I demand arrogantly, and watch impassively as the four wolves shift into their human forms and it instantly becomes clear that they are brothers. 'I think you know what I want Dakota, and if you know what's good for you, then you will come with us quietly and your new friend won't get hurt.' 'What you want and what you get are very different things Denver and you sure as hell ain't getting me.' I snarl at them watching as they spread out ready to surround me and I can hear Eclipse whining,

The sight before me was chaotic: Tatiana lay unconscious on the ground, while two large wolves were locked in a fierce standoff. Percival’s wolf and my brother’s wolf were in the middle of an intense confrontation. My brother’s wolf, exuding a cooler demeanor, clashed with Percival’s, each animal growling and snapping with determination. The argument was over who should care for Tatiana—Nixx, her partner, or Percival, the father of her pup. The tension in the air was palpable, the growls echoing the fierce rivalry between them.

Where…’ With his back still facing me, he raised his hands to stop me. He took his words slowly as if striking a harsh warning. ‘You have two nights and I want that information, otherwise, you and your family will be wiped off the face of the earth. The same way I found you before, I can find you again’. The circle opened and the man stepped out of it and out of the room. My wolf stood still and I knew what that meant. We have both agreed to do whatever it takes to get back my position and power in my pack and the brotherhood.

He howls, but my jaws are already clamped around his throat, hot blood flooding my mouth as I rip him open. The second wolf barely has time to register before my claws slice across his chest. I hear him gurgle, wheezing, then silence as he drops. The third hesitates, ears flicking back. His paws scrape the dirt as he stumbles backward, eyes darting between his fallen brothers and me. But the coward freezes, still trembling, as if deciding whether to flee or lunge. His mouth works before his body does. “The council won’t forgive this. They’ll know you chose her. A human. You’ll damn yourself and your pack.”

Then I shifted back, and so did he; no, we weren't naked. Get your head out of the gutter! We get along well with witches, vampires, and other werewolf packs, and my father enjoys friendships with various supernatural creatures. Since times have changed, the new era joins the factions together and binds us. A little help from the witches saved the werewolves from the embarrassment of shifting naked. My brother growled in frustration as he lost again. “It's okay, son, you're getting stronger by the day, and probably soon you'll resemble Josie," my father reassured Luke.

She sniffled. The sound tore at whatever shriveled mess he had left for a heart. “A few days ago, the others told me about what happened to Murtagh’s brother,” she confessed. “I can’t stand the thought of him not getting justice.” After his father died, Rebel had had no one. But when Murtagh and Cassidy had found him half-dead and beaten in the snow, his face freshly scarred from where the Grey Wolf packmaster had maimed him, they’d nursed him back to life. Murtagh had been almost eighteen, a man in all the ways that counted, yet still a child himself and already caring for his younger brother. Still, he had taken Rebel in as if he were one of them. Murtagh and Cassidy’s had been the only ki