The Wolves Los Angeles Reviews Novels & Stories

“You’ve seen what desperation does to wolves. It makes them reckless. It makes them dangerous. It makes them stupid enough to try impossible things and smart enough to use whatever scraps of opportunity they can find.” Lucas’s jaw tightened again, but this time it wasn’t from anger. It was from understanding. “She wanted you,” I said, my voice dipping lower, heavier, “wanted the Luna title, wanted to replace me, wanted Damon gone, wanted to stand beside you as if she ever deserved it. And now that she’s lost everything she built her delusions on, she’s not just afraid—she’s cornered. And wolves are their most dangerous when cornered.” Lucas looked away then, staring at the floor, the tension

Layla works alongside one of West Ridge’s captains, their commands sharp and synchronized, and the sight of it draws murmurs of approval from watching wolves. This is not fracture.

It felt calm and peaceful. Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound behind the trees and grass. Leah's instincts were strong. She felt that someone was watching her. She thought it was Paul. When she turned around, she was surprised to see a pack of wolves surrounding her. "Who are you?" one of the wolves asked. Leah was astonished to hear that the wolves could speak like humans. They approached Leah and scared her. "Don't come any closer, I don't want to hurt any of you," Leah warned.

“You wouldn’t believe the shock on my face when I saw those dirty, wild scary looking rogues stepping out of the trees, the kind of wolves that don’t belong anywhere. The kind of wolves we were warned about since we were pups and what did you do when you saw them, Alpha Kaden?” He let out another laugh loudly. “You just stood there looking at them like they were not a threat. You gave them the chance to talk and speak to you like they had the right to and then you let them ask you! for a space in this pack? Are you serious?” He laughed again, this time louder and more mocking. “Rogues!” he yelled. “Those filthy, useless rogues want to live in the same pack that I will soon rule over? That’s

I was afraid of it. I heard the shower come on and I praised Luca inwardly. He finally had the sense to make it obvious he was actually in the bathroom. “Something is going on,” I admitted, catching my father's attention again. “Some wolves from Astoria attacked one of our pack members last night. I was on my way to report it to you, but I wanted confirmation from Luca first.” His shoulder stiffened and I sensed the faintest flicker of worry cross his eyes. “What confirmation?” He asked.

Finally, he was tall – a true giant, an embodiment of elegance too remarkable for mere mortal eyes, as her wolf keenly observed. ‘Our eyes are unworthy to gaze upon his elegance,’ her wolf marveled. ‘I agree,’ she replied, completely shocked. ‘I think he’s trying to talk to us, but I’m too stunned to be sure,’ her wolf whined. ‘He’s really hot.’ ‘He’s really hot,’ Myla admitted, perfectly agreeing with her wolf. “...LA”

They are gold and his wolf is brown. 'Wolves only have black eyes when they are angry or horny, never gold, or any other color.' 'Brother, will you fucking trust me. I know what I saw and I have a book about it in my study. They are gifted wolves with greater strength and ability to repulse aura's. They are here to protect us from our fathers, but now probably also want to kill us because of our fathers. Poor Chris.' 'What? Poor Chris? He is an asshole. I'll slit his throat if he ever tried to hurt you.'

A wolf spoke, his voice filled with threat. “We are not a danger too you; we came to fight with you.” “Your very being is a danger to everyone, and we would rather be skinned alive than fight with you.” Another wolf spoke. The aggression rose between the wolves, the Lancaster’s grouped closer together and the remainder of the Jackson’s pack surrounded them. “They came with Layla. You have no right to threatened them.” Vin spoke out to the group. “The head chief said they were not welcome.” Another wolf spoke and murmurs of people agreeing surrounded them. One wolf stepped forward wanting to reach out to the vampires.

I wondered if I had any markings on my face. Then I remembered there was a lake nearby! I could go there and see my reflection. My father watched me for a moment and I saw him give me a slight nod. That was all I needed. I began to run from the circle, running out of the pack's encampment. As I ran, I marveled at all the new sensations I could feel in this form. The earth beneath my paws felt amazing, the wind in my fur was incredible. So lost in all the sensations, I didn't realize that I had been followed by another wolf. I looked over, instantly realizing the wolf was Greyson. His wolf was almost as large as my father's, however while my father was black, Greyson was a dark grey and his e

Alpha asked. “ Well, I came to see if you were having any problems recently.” I said. I explained to Alpha about the wild wolves we have seen in our area. Normally, that isn’t a big deal but these wolves had bright red eyes, were in bad shape and the oddest part was they seemed to be looking for something. They would sniff around then move on. Alpha Riverclaw and his son looked at each other. Luther nodded and Alpha said “ I’m sorry you are having these problems. We hadn’t realized it was affecting other packs. The wolves won’t harm your pack. They have a spell on them and they are looking for something. Since you don’t have it they will move on.” “ So you know what is going on? And you are