Thoughtful Wof Novels & Stories

ATTICUS POV Everything we said was ignored. Not one of the pack members trusted us enough to listen to us. They blatantly displayed their dislike for us by remaining silent and cold no matter what we said. In the end, we decided to walk away and allow the W.O.L.F agents to fix the food shortage issue. It was obvious the members wanted us gone because they immediately began to communicate with the agents. Ruperts lineage seems to be continuing.

He gestured at the wolves around them—young and old, some laughing as they worked, others deep in thought as they mended fences. Kael nodded slowly. “I do,” he replied, his tone thoughtful. “I’ve seen it in the way a wounded wolf is cared for without judgment, in the shared meals, in the laughter that breaks out even after the darkest nights. It’s in these moments that I believe our true strength lies.”

he answered, "If you are ever off-site, I want to be the one with you. Call me cautious if you will." I nodded and let the caller know. I could understand Kristof's reasons. Not only was he cautious because of the attempted abduction, but I gathered that werewolves were somewhat territorial like ordinary wolves, especially with their mates. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, as long as it wasn't over the top.

We Wolfe are known to look like we were genetically modified to be aesthetically appealing to the eyes. I stand there, not bothering to call her out because I know she knows that I'm behind her, and in moments, a small smile spreads to her face, her eyes smiling at the sun as it slowly begins to set. "It is always beautiful to watch the day give way for the night. How... Soothing to watch them both submit easily to the other, without making a fuss. A very stable relationship."