Walten Files Sheep Novels & Stories

I have to keep my speed slow to avoid death. I came across Colton, he was tugging the body of a sheep. How much cattle do they own? Colton spotted me in the dark, his eyes glowing like bright lights. “What the.... are you out of your mind?” He tossed the sheep onto a pile of dead sheeps. From the gasoline, and the matches on the ground i think he’s planning to burn them. He’s dug a hole so they don’t to the trees, and dry twigs and set the entire forest ablaze.

The mist clinging to the valley floor wasn’t weather; it was a shroud. It had been sitting on my land for three days, thick and smelling of wet copper and old, forgotten graves. The sheep had stopped grazing on the second day. Now, they stood in the center of the paddock, a dense, pulsating knot of wool and bone, their heads turned inward. They didn't make a sound—no bleating, no hoof-clatter. Just that rhythmic, wet clicking that seemed to vibrate from beneath the grass.

I could smell his confusion and his desperation to be one with the pack. I shifted enough to call Lone Wolf to come in next to me. He came in crouching, hesitant. I didn't mind this time. It satisfied the wolf in me. He ripped a piece off, then moved a short distance away. He ate slowly, unsure of his place, keeping his eyes on me, making sure he had my approval. He came back in for a bigger chunk. The only one not at the elk at this point was Sheep. He finally crawled close to Lone Wolf, sure that the huge wolf wouldn't attack him. He was wrong. Lone Wolf started with just a growl that made Sheep pause. Sheep crawled forward a bit more. When Lone Wolf growled this time Sheep growled back.

Six other wolves join us, snarling, whining, snapping at each other. I feel their restlessness. Their fear. "Gouged his femoral," she snaps without looking up. Bark mulch sticks to her blood-smeared forearms. "Trail's fresh, though. Two minutes, maybe three." Her nod jerks toward the ravine. “Tracks lead south.” Liam's snout wrinkles at the carnage. Smell that? Rotten meat and wet ash. His mental voice grates like steel wool. Same stench as the sheep killings.

A flock of sheep suddenly appeared, bleating softly as they crossed the road, their woolly bodies a stark contrast to the barren landscape. Alice's wolf stirred within her, its hunger pangs growing more insistent with each passing moment. But she suppressed the urge to give in, channeling her anger and determination to keep her appetite in check. She had bigger fish to fry, and her focus remained fixed on the revenge she sought. The sheep disappeared into the distance, leaving behind an eerie silence, and Alice's thoughts returned to the plan she had set in motion. Just then, a large truck with a covered carriage drove towards them from behind. Alice's eyes lit up as she figured they could h

she says with her silvery voice. Indra nods, and Rana begins to whistle a strange melody. A flock of birds comes flying with various berries and fruits. Rana whistles a new melody and a flock of sheep comes walking up to them. She makes a smacking sound with her tongue and the ground rises and forms into a table from the green vegetation underneath. The sheep rub themselves against it, leaving behind a layer of wool that looks soft and inviting. Rana gestures with her hand that they can sit down at the table.

When a comfortable silence settled between them for some seconds, Caleb glanced at the stuff displayed at the table again and ask, "so, they came from her, your aunty?" "Yeah, that's her handwriting." "Well, I guess it's time to go hunting for information."/Caleb concluded as he stole a glance at his wrist watch. "Yeah, we have a werewolf secret to discover," Anya nodded. With a shared resolve, they decided on a date to delve into the pack's archives, seeking any references to forgotten events, artifacts, or secrets that might have been left behind by their predecessors. As that was left hanging in the air of Anya's living room that was unusually quiet, something else was observing them, wat

she further added as she stretched out her arms a little, gesturing for a handshake. The siblings were very young, they had just turned eighteen and decided to visit a club. From Hailey’s scent, the twins already knew that she was a werewolf. They had sat for a while without uttering a word to each other then Stephen broke the silence with a direct question to Hailey. “Are you a werewolf?” he asked reluctantly, but His sister Stephanie immediately interrupted Hailey, just before she could answer “Hey Stephen, that is not an appropriate question, “ Stephanie said as she fixed her glance on Stephen

With their men's hiding in the White Wolf lair, the access of information was very easy. "One White Wolf's soldiers group consisted of five members. 3 boys, 1 girls and 1 gay." Jason caught Alexander attention as he raised his head and looked at him. His eyes were sparkling with amusement at what he heard. This news was very rare to be heard of among the White Wolf's Clan.

They were tearing into the raw carcass of a winter elk, their long, yellowed teeth visible as they snapped at each other over the meat. On a large wooden splitting block near the center shack sat my father’s iron box. The blue silk wrapping had been torn into shreds, scattered across the bloody snow like blue flower petals. A tall, heavily scarred alpha wolf, his chest covered in a lattice of old silver-burn marks was holding the ancient sheepskin parchment of the border treaty, his filthy fingers tracing the golden seal at the bottom of the page.