The Wolves Los Angeles Reviews Novels & Stories

Driving at a break neck speed Luca gets us to the western boarder in a record time of 3 minutes we jump out the jeep so see wolves fighting up ahead. There’s blood all over the ground as more and more wolves cross the boarder in to Moon Lake territory. Luca swears before shifting. The sounds of bones cracking and breaking to rearrange burns in my ears as he shifts right next to me.

He was about to jump to eat me when I close my eyes and wait for my death sentence. A second ago when I don’t feel anything and I slowly open my eyes. I was just surprised that there was another wolf but he looked different than him. He fights with his fellow wolf. He has white fur all over his body, a little bigger than a black wolf, he has blue eyes but he also has sharp nails and fangs. The black wolf hit the white wolf with his talons that’s why the white wolf moves backward.

“Yes, it seems Neil was right, you are being an asshole at the moment.” “Lily, it is not below me right now to pick you up from your collar and dump you outside of my room. Do. NOT. Test. My. Patience.” His wolf growled out, his black eyes turning gold, a sign of his wolf emerging from its slumber, only for his sister’s own black eyes to turn copper, challenging his with a small snarl.

He loved coming to the casino, not to gamble, the supply of liquor, always managed to put a smile on his face. Wolves who had an issue with shifting or who haven’t found their mate, tended to drink. Sex wasn’t good enough for them because the only women they could fuck were humans, and their holes were too small to accommodate our fat cocks. Frustrated to the point of madness was not an understatement. No, we needed mates. For some reason their holes were bigger and could satisfy us completely. Yet, Winter never had this issue. In some ways he was the perfect one out of us three.

Something older, darker, hungrier. Lucian’s grin was razor-sharp, predatory. “Finally,” he muttered under his breath. “Someone who might actually be fun.” Damon’s jaw tightened. “This isn’t a game. Stay sharp.” The shadows coalesced, and then they emerged: a pack, at least a dozen strong, wolves larger than any I had seen before, eyes glowing red in the moonlight. Their fur was matted, dark, almost black as night, and they moved with a deadly precision that spoke of age and experience.

Olivia's POV We locked eyes for a few seconds, and in the end, I backed down. At that moment, my wolf fell into a deep sleep. My head was spinning, and tears welled up in my eyes. Instantly, I gave in. "I'll go get a coat." Zander straightened up, rubbed his eyelids, and smiled at me with satisfaction, saying, "Go ahead." In March, it was still a bit cold in Los Angeles. I didn't want to go back to the Red Moon Pack to see a werewolf doctor. It would make my parents worry.

The reality was undeniable—this was not a matter to be ignored any longer. “Excuse me, Alpha,” I spoke out, drawing Pyra’s attention almost immediately. Her beautiful eyes locked on me, and it was only by the goddess’s grace I didn’t get lost in them. I coughed. “These weird wolves are stronger than the average werewolves. But from what I’ve noticed during their time of attack on my pack, these wolves don’t attack to erase; they rather attack to create fear.” Steven’s trembling voice interrupted me, his crazed eyes brimming with anger. “They didn’t create fear in my pack. They destroyed it and killed everyone. Are you trying to downplay my experience with these wolves? Don’t you have sympath

“Leonard’s precious Luna. Naked. Helpless.” My stomach dropped.. The name echoed in my head like a death knell. I looked at their faces properly then—hard eyes, sharp smiles, the unmistakable aura of wolves who had tasted blood and enjoyed it far too much. They carried themselves with the arrogance of men who just won a huge prize. Silverfang wolves. I knew it from the moment I first perceived their scent. “You shouldn’t stare like that,” one of them said, tilting his head mockingly. “Makes it look like you’re disappointed.”

His eyebrows furrowed and his eyes flashed with concern, “I am talking about LA. You must be staying with your family or at least a large group of friends, right?” “No.” A pained sigh left my lips. “Like I said earlier, I am all alone.” “You must leave LA as soon as possible.” The lines on his forehead deepened. Drawing closer, he whispered, “It isn’t safe for a weak wolf like you to stay alone in LA; that too when you can’t shift.” “How did you know?” “I am the Beta of Gibson Pack.” His gaze drifted over the group that had gathered in the restaurant. “We came here to investigate something.” His voice dropped lower as he continued. “Six months ago, five wolves from our Pack came to visit LA

"You are strong. I felt it the second I saw you after your shift. You need to embrace it. You are going to kick ass, Lana. Fucking own that shit." I laughed as she walked forward and lifted her hand for a high-five. My arms felt like noodles as I returned the gesture with a smack of my palm against hers. "Thanks, Aspen." The low level of sweat coming from me was unusual from the amount of activity. But the fact that I was sweaty at all didn't seem to bother her as she looped her arm through mine, and we began walking back toward the pack house. "How are you liking being a wolf?" She asked as she turned to look at me. The late afternoon cast a warm glow over her face, and I looked up at the s