Thewolverine Novels & Stories

Allison's POV "How are they?" Walking into the room, I asked Tiana. "They were tranquilized to sleep. Two of them..." She shook her head dejectedly. Sighing I nodded. All my years as Luna, this is the most difficult part of the job. Having to console a wolf who lost their partner. It is a feeling that I hope to never experience. Some weres are never able to heal from such and they end up being aggressive. "Where are they?" I asked referring to the weres that have shown aggressive tendencies.

The sun was setting on the horizon, hiding behind the barren mountains, when Callisto came out from the Capital in his full lunar form — a giant wolf with black fur and yellow eyes so intense they looked like amber. Sneaky, fast, and agile, he went to meet the pack of beasts reported by the vigilantes.

He started walking forward, showing them the way to the city. There were many more werewolves in the pack house, including the assassin werewolf Etta Suzette Gelbero, who was a spy and the trainer of the scout wolves. The lead warriors Ultima Wolf Edric Wilson and Ultima Wolf Drik Wilson, who trained the warriors of the Gravefur Pack, and Howl Wolf Vladimir Lorenzo usually supported the horn with their life along with Alpha. They were all eagerly awaiting their return.

Kavira said, her voice drifting between us, “you’re lucky, you know. I miss my mate, I truly loved him, but he was never as devoted as your man. Werewolves like him are rare.” “Unless he’s not one,” I muttered under my breath. “What?” she asked, tilting her head. “Nothing,” I sighed, brushing it off. “I just need water. I want to wash.” “When we leave here, I’m sure we’ll find some,” she said reassuringly. “Fresh water can’t be far.” Just then, the crunch of footsteps echoed at the cave’s mouth. Zevarion appeared, a wild rabbit dangling from his hand. His eyes lit up the moment he saw me, and despite everything, I found myself smiling back.

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

Just as Linda smugly wiped the blood from her blade, a thunderous howl echoed from the distance. The sound carried such terrifying authority that even the air seemed to freeze. The ground trembled. A streak of black lightning shot out from deep in the forest and landed at the cliff's edge in an instant. It was a massive wolf, larger than Julian, with fur as black as ink. He shifted into human form upon landing. It was Theo Fenwick, Alpha of the Woolbrook pack. He'd grown up with me, someone who'd always followed quietly behind me. Right behind him was Elias Crane, an elder from Julian's pack.

Two vampires from Nox Coven Cartel, three of the White River Wolves, one bear from the Tri-Cities Conglomerate, and four of our own, including Samuel. I let my tears fall freely as I stood between Lysander and a red-eyed Mrs. Holt. The bear we’d lost had been Husk, Morpheus’s second-in-command. The big bear chief had his arm wrapped around Mrs. Holt’s shoulders, a grim expression on his face—mirrored on most of those around us. My own mates—I kept calling them that in my head—included.

I could feel Torey's gaze on us while Luara shook her head defiantly. "Yes, you are." I laughed, tickling her as she struggled to get out of my hold, giggling loudly before escaping my grip and running off. I sat between Torey and Charlotte; Sam was on the other side of his mate. Elijah had left around an hour ago, he had somewhere he needed to be. Two other wolves had joined us, their names were Joanna and Clara. They were both pack warriors and their mates were currently running border patrol. Joanna's mate was Torey's head tracker and apparently the best in West America.

His wolf was right, here he was mentally arguing with his wolf, meanwhile the whole pack fought the pack of rogues. Adryan immediately shifts, and joins the fight. Vince immediately spots a small grey wolf trying to creep on a warrior who was already fighting another rogue, Vince immediately releases a warning growl, catching the rogues' attention. The rogues eyes widen when he spots Vince's huge form, but that doesn't stop him from fighting because the very next second, it tries to snap at Vince's face which angers him, lifting his paw immediately and swiping his long and sharp talons across the rogues eyes, causing the rogue to move back and whimper loudly, blood immediately oozing out of

I furrowed my brows, still weirded out by the sudden question. “Well, it is mostly for hunting like aconitum, artemisia, lupine-” “Lupine,” she replied in an instant. “How is that supposed to be the answer?” Both Alarick and I asked. “Lupine is poisonous to werewolves. Once a hunter puts some of it in his spear and you get wounded by it.” I nodded at what she said. That is what I do all the time. “But it can prevent you from turning into a werewolf when it is directly ingested.” My eyes widened at what she said.