Walten Files Sheep Novels & Stories

Oritha and Raiden who were now updated of the strange situation awaited further instructions from Zen who was close enough to confirm his suspicions. Zen never thought the saying ‘wolf in sheep’s clothing’ would take a literal turn. The hairier legs of the wolf exposed it. Using the skin of a sheep laid above its head, the wolf managed to disguise itself as a sheep. Unlike the village that had more white sheep than coloured ones, it was easier for the wolf to blend in with Raiden’s coloured flock. It had a black snout, now stained red with the fresh blood of the new sheep he killed and hid beneath his fluffy white coat. It was such a smart move that the non-observant shepherds would miss. Sh

Surprisingly, she had been told she just needed to take it for a few tests and they could travel back together. They had done the tests, where Athena discovered the animal was a poisonous animal which could turn each strand of its fur into tiny needles which carry the poison. The Vet doctor in charge had asked her how she had managed to take care of it would being poisoned. It turns out it was male too; that explained its protectiveness. Now Athena waited for her flight boarding to be announced as she grows warmer from her impending heat second after second. She felt hyperaware of her surrounding, her hearing even more finetuned than usual.

“The water is receding. We’re going to have to do something about those sheep.” “Mhm,” Cameron had come expecting that to be the case. The sheep on the island had been a puzzle to them ever since Aislen had revealed their existence. There had been no other sign of the infection spreading to other animals around the town. Fuck that would be a disaster, he thought. “Did you see them?”

“Something to mention to Sigrid or Leighton, before the water level drops sufficiently to release whoever it is, and the sheep escape. I wonder if vampire blood will cure them?” “I hope so,” Cameron grumbled. “They’re f-king Valais blacknoses on dad’s farm. I have all the Merinos on mine.” Heath opened the front passenger door. “Let’s go,” he said as he reached for the seatbelt as if he wasn’t a f-king vampire hybrid who could and had tossed 4WDs just like the one they sat in like toy cars. “He’s a stubborn arsehole sometimes,” he said to Talen.

“I ain’t had as good a luck hirin’ as I’d like. It appears sheep ain’t so popular in these parts. I took two men from the ranch, but the rest wanted no part of sheep herdin’. There was quite a bit of rumblin’ goin’ on about it, to be sure.” “They’ll get over it once they see it won’t be affecting the cattle operation. I’m sure we’ll attract workers once the word spreads and they get used to the idea. So, how many men do you have?” Mike nodded. “Four, plus me. Good fortune smiled on us, though. It just happened that an old Scottish buzzard, named Malcom McDonald, heard all the bitchin’ amongst the ranchers about our sheep comin’ when he was getting’ supplies for the lumber camp he work

I stand up, to do as ordered, when a news article on the fifth page catches my interest. “That one!” I lean over Ricardo and point to it. “Dead sheep?” The King looks up at me in bewilderment. “It says farm sheep mauled to death!” I correct him on the contents of the report. “Look…North West by the coast. If werewolf rogues get hungry their wolves will take over, I wouldn’t expect lycans to be any different.” Lance has walked over to inspect the article for himself. “It would have to be a large group of dogs to kill that many in one night. That says a wolf pack to me!” I provide but now worry I have overstepped.

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Galahad urged. " Wait! If he's like that then how come Balban Mansion isn't overrun by these fake sheep?" I wondered out loud. " V5 hates them like crazy. He kills hundreds of them in an hour if he spots one, which is why most fake sheep are super good at hiding. " Kaen answered. " Yeah, that prick just hates them! Watch this! ArhhgooAraa!" Galahad chimed. " ArhhgooAraa?!!"

The trio had been summoned to the outskirts of Raven’s Peak after a farmer reported finding a dozen of his sheep dead overnight—no signs of predators, no tracks, just lifeless bodies strewn across the pasture. “Third time this month?” I muttered, crouching beside one of the fallen animals. Its wool was matted with dew, its eyes glassy and wide. I pressed a gloved hand to its flank, frowning. “No blood. No wounds. Same as the deer last week and those chickens up by the ridge?” I added. Enid knelt beside me, pulling a small flashlight from her coat pocket. She flicked it on, directing the beam into the sheep’s unblinking eyes.

I lived in the Council Pack which is the smallest yet most elite pack on Celeste island. For years I wasn’t even sure if I had a wolf. I told myself if I didn’t have a wolf then I would move to Beldoore with Aunt Judy. I knew I was going to get my wolf later than everyone else because I’m a half breed. Most werewolves get their wolf around twelve or thirteen. I was fifteen. A late bloomer as my dad would so lovingly put. I was simply happy to have my wolf Selena. She’s a pretty light grey wolf with hints of white especially on her paws and tail. I wish she wasn’t so down and out, but I can’t blame her. The change hasn’t been easy for either of us.