Twilight Wolves Behind The Scenes Novels & Stories

Dean’s POV continued- The cells are usually kept pretty dark. Since the wolves have better night vision it’s not a problem for them, but when we turn the bright spot lights on it sure makes it a lot worse for them too. We keep the observation area dark so the rogue can’t see everyone in the room. I decided not to tell Alec and Zander because, well, I still wanted to have a little fun. We got to the interrogation area and I held up a hand so they knew to hold back a bit, then I gave the signal for the lights. The flinching and barely audibly cursing coming from the wolves? Worth it. It took a second for them to recover and I tried my best to hide my smirk as Alec looked at me.

"So, how soon can we get everyone organized?" "A few days." Elias shrugged. "I'd like to hit Nightshade in waves. We'll attack with the wolves first, and then the witches, and then the vampires will come in." A broad grin spread across his face. "They won't know what hit them." Eve nodded, reaching over and giving Elias's hand a gentle squeeze. "Sounds like a good plan." Elias smiled but casually pulled his hand away. My inner wolf was ready to tear out her throat. We spent the rest of the afternoon planning until it was dinner time.

She wipes the tears that had embarrassingly decided to show up she said, “Let the games begin.” The Order of the Sabbath was formed a century ago, when the very first Prime Minister made a deal with the Volkov Pack’s then Alpha, Neoma Volkov, that in return for no longer hunting down Werewolves and Lycans, the pack will protect the people from the other children of the moon– the Vampires. The Order will live on as long as both parties continue to agree with the terms– protection for the people and secrecy for the Wolves.

That was a term first coined by shifters of the Middle Ages. Times were changing and wolves were changing again, and many wolves weren’t making the change easily. Like the Rogues of the Lake Michigan Region, they were the ones failing to see the change as but a failure to the ways of the wolf. It wasn’t a failing; it was a shift so that they could choose survival over extinction. These were the brains behind the Blue Mountains Pack’s failure. These rogues’ twisted ideas infected Clarence’s already twisted mind, and it just snowballed from there. No one would listen. Dimitri’s seer offered their discovery, and now they must clean up the fallout and help the victims as best they could. At leas

“Let’s see if we can spot the wolves while we wait.” It wasn’t their wolven cousins that Estrid was referring to, or others like them who were blessed with two forms. Only a few could see these wolves naturally and even fewer could communicate with them. They were as dark as night and yet moved like smoke or water in a stream. They could disappear into nothing at the slightest hint of light and yet grow and multiply at times like this when the sunlight waned and twilight crept in. For Estrid, the wolves in the shadows were family. They protected her people and asked for so little in return except to be loved. They were vicious against enemies, the shapeless assassins and spies that could pen

Mona's POV Alpha Cross stood in our ruined training ground like judgment carved from stone. His Nightshade enforcers flanked him—twelve wolves chosen for their absolute loyalty, their ability to kill without question. The dawn light caught the silver threading through his dark hair, making him look like Derek would in twenty years if cruelty replaced compassion. "Look at this place," he said, voice carrying across the assembled packs. Silver Moon on one side, Nightshade on the other, division sharp as a blade. "Burned. Broken. Bled dry. This is what comes of phoenixes mixing with wolves."

Lucas started dragging her back towards the van. She struggled and screamed, but he was too strong. He threw her in the back and slammed the door. Clara sat up and tried to open it back up, but it was locked. They started moving and Clara continued her pounding and screaming on the back window. Two wolves appeared from the forest and Clara's heart broke. It was David and James; they were too late.

We weren’t aware that pour pack members were being fed wolfsbane added with silver in the food, the quantity was kept very low so no member could identify that it had been fed until it was too late. I sighed and stood against the window, looking out at the trees. It was December and snowfall had already started; while recalling the harsh and bitter memory of my life I couldn’t hold the tears that were cascading on my cheeks. I opened the window quietly bringing my palm out to catch the snow on my hand. By now the introduction I gave to them about my pack held pride, we were pack of brave wolves, but what I was about to tell them now was heart wrenching and needed a lot of my strength and cou

He smiled at me before he played with the cane in his hand. "If you only knew the reason from the very beginning and I knew you would not allow each other in this marriage." He said. Everything they say I couldn’t understand. It was like a poem that no matter how many times I read it I could not understand what it meant to me or what’s the meaning. He waved the cane on the thorn and then whistled. The black wolves stopped because of what he did. Some survivors of the fight even ran away to back to their boss. Belle suddenly exploded ice and they suddenly disappeared. She just left a mess that looked like it was snowing that night. We were all stunned especially at their sudden disappearance.

Each puzzle seemed to reveal a piece of the story, a story I was becoming a part of. The door slid open, and I stepped into a vast chamber. The walls were covered in even more elaborate murals, depicting the origins of the Moon Wolves. I could see images of the first wolves, their spirits bonded with the moon’s power, giving them strength, wisdom, and a deep connection to the night. The murals told of their battles, their triumphs, and their losses. I felt a deep sense of reverence as I walked through the chamber, absorbing the history that was unfolding before me.