Walten Files Witch Sheep Novels & Stories

"All I will do is sort through them so they are separated into where the wolves are." "Fine." His word is groaned, and he calls in William. Sitting, I go through the file while listening to them talk. I have separated most of the paper into piles: one for the wolves that have died, one for the wolves stored, another for sold, and then one that says tester. I don't know what that means. "Kellan is back." I jump up and walk to the door. "Xenia, don't push him, or he will just walk out again."

I rolled my eyes before settling into the seat behind my desk. Carter and Colin team up to brainstorm. They go back and forth, trying to figure out how to get his wolf. While they're still brainstorming, Colin wonders why and how he hasn't been caught yet. After hours of not finding anything, they come across an article about an old witch. (She did something and it convinces them that she might be able to help.”

I appointed him as my Beta. The Beta straightened his posture and answered me, "Not yet, Alpha. It must be because of the witch." I nodded in agreement. Last night's cancellation was due to the witch as well. What was her name, again? 'Margaretha.' My wolf replied to me in my head, smirking. 'I miss seeing her.' He licked his lips like a hungry wolf, even though he had been satisfied with explosive sex all night. But I was also aware that he was lusting for the witch, too.

He pleaded, the strength he had been using to hold himself tall faltering, feeling the witch's power, knowing if she willed it he could be torn apart with a thought from her. "She will be safe. We have planned for this." She assured him, as he saw a glow erupt from within each of the women as they stalked out onto the dark and broken ski hill. Before the bird woman went too far she turned around, "Just one question, we found six dead wolves at the original crime scene, yours?" She asked. Alexander nodded, a bit dumbfounded the witches had time to investigate at the school, and get here minutes after Alexander had. "Sorry for your loss, they didn't stand a chance against Valentina." Then she

The woman, we later found out is called Evelynn, was the only one to speak up to begin with. It didn’t take long for more pale, gaunt faces to step into the dim candle light that barely reached the bars that held them. Every cell had an occupant, some had two. We returned to Pine Lake with sixteen abused and neglected she wolves and one witch called Wren. She is a fighter that’s for sure. She hasn’t said much, only that she had been there for longer than she could remember. Like Liberty she had been stolen from her family as a child, her coven had been destroyed in the process.

Elbrus lunges but Athena does not budge, we can see his wolf, he does not want to hurt us, and he trusts Athena that Walt is not a threat. I shift back and assess Walt, he’s unconscious but his wounds are not fatal. Before Elbrus can react, I throw myself into the water, keeping hold of Walts fur. I pull him through the portal, to the Summit Mist pack border, and leave him for patrol to find. I link Ransom.

After I killed one who became too bold, they all backed off, but it’s time for me to make her my Queen. At first, we put it off when we heard that the packs were attacked. It appears that the witches were working not only with the vampires but also the werewolves, and they came close to defeating the Guardians. However, after seeing the strength of two Guardians, I would never have gone up against eight of them. The Alpha, Alpha Wyatt, paid with his life as did most of the witches, but Leana heard that Levana got away. Hearing that Levana was working with the wolves and fought against the Guardians is the first real clue that I’ve had about where my sister might be.

“Once we get there, there are several Bovine shifters… She can shift then. We need to hurry if we are going to make it by nightfall.” They left me tied to the back with the others. Some caught up from the train depot as we kept traveling. Most joined our group as we traveled, others went ahead of our slow cart, then we caught up with a shewolf carrying a weak-looking witch on her back. Introductions were made except for me. Charlotte the wolf looked at me oddly but said nothing until the witch's cat jumped on my rump. “Fluffikins, get off the cow,” Charlotte ordered as Winnie sighed. “She won’t get down, she hates walking. Excuse me, sir, may my cat ride your cow?”