Way Of The Wolf Review Novels & Stories

The more I thought about it, the more those seven years felt like a joke. My eyes grew heavier and heavier, and I sank into a deep sleep… It was not until that night that Ruby's scream woke me. "Silas! You actually sold everything just like that?! Those were the company's core assets! Do you realize you just committed a white-collar crime?! You really can't see the big picture at all!" I could smell a strong scent from her. It was the same woody scent Jack always wore. Her suit was slightly disheveled. One button on her silk blouse was buttoned wrong, leaving a strip of lace exposed, and she had not even noticed it.

At the sight of her, the room fell so silent, she could have heard a piece of straw hit the marble floor. Lily gulped. Each one of them was massive—alpha wolves comparable to Rebel or the Grey Wolf warriors. But unlike the cowboys at Wolf Pack Run who were rough around the edges, these wolves looked nearly as feral as Rebel, and if their leader’s reputation was any indication, they too were criminals. They definitely looked the part. Rough around the edges didn’t cut it—jagged was a better description.

Certainly in werewolf communities. A wolf was a proud and territorial animal. That’s why between Alpha’s who weren’t from the same summit, there were always testosterone driven stand-offs. I remember when Pernwél told me about her first encounter with Alpha Zane at Green Valley, the same way I recalled Beta Nico. Normally ranked wolves gave me shudders, after what happened at my old pack. How things can change, I thought. Now, I, myself was mated to one, becoming Beta of Grey Moon. “All that is necessary for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing.” Jake burst through my thoughts carrying wise words on his tongue.

A flash of silver out of the corner of his eye drew his eyes up to see a slight shimmer in the air before they all disappeared into it, a sword sticking out of his Luna after she jumped in front of an advancing warrior from the crowd. The wolf that impaled the Luna looked just like him! What wolf possesses that skill? The ability to glamor takes a very rare wolf with a specific set of skills. I know only one wolf that has resources like those, Jo, Sir Alpha of the Rogues. That's strike 1... Rex’s uman was frozen in terror, but his wolf acted instinctively, phasing and lunging himself at the upper tier, a black aura radiating from him. "Alpha, stop!" Makai warned. He followed his Alpha's lead

I could feel my eyes burning and fell to the ground feeling pain in my back like it was growing in size. I noticed there was a puddle of water just below me and its reflection revealed the red colour around my pupils. I started to breathe heavily as the pain was unbearable. I could now hear the wolf inside me groan and growl as it was releasing itself. Both my wolf and I screamed and growled at the same time and I automatically scratched off the skin on my body revealing my wolf's full white skin. Mei stared at my wolf with her eyes and mouth wide open. "You are a pure breed Alpha. Impossible.. how can this be?"

Dawn Pack, and a fanatical joy in serving the marrow god, her laughter a silent promise of blood. The ambush struck without warning, Veyra's wolves—eight shadowy beasts with red-glowing eyes, their fur matted and corrupted—leaping from hidden ledges, claws slashing through the mist like knives in the dark. The first cult wolf slammed into a patrol member, teeth sinking into shoulder, blood spraying to stain the rocks crimson, the scent sharp and coppery in the damp air. Screams and growls erupted, the river's roar amplifying the chaos, mist swirling chaotically as bodies collided.

“As I said, I’ve made a lot of mistakes in my life. I kept my son hidden. If I have to make amends for that by remaining hidden to my granddaughter until she turns eighteen, so be it. I’d like to see her, spend time with her. We can come here if needed. Or if she ever decides that she wants to learn who her father is, and she wants to get to know us, then we’d be happy to have her at our pack.” Samara turns and looks at me. ‘We have to tell them,’ she says in the mind link. ‘I’ll trust your judgement on this one,’ I say. She turns back to them. “What do you know about white wolves?” she asks them. “They’re very powerful, they’re very rare, they bring unheard of strength to their mate and pac

The fierce claw Pack wolves could smell the rival gang before they could see them, and Matt knew the Dark Crescent wolves could sense their arrival as well. He watched as Clark began to run even faster, as if he would be able to tear the concrete walls down with his bare hands if it meant getting to trivia faster. Having heard the rumors of what the Dark Crescent wolves do to omegas, he could not blame Clark for his hasty alpha-driven decision making. He wanted trivia back too. They reached another wing of the building that was blocked. Clark began ramming his body into the heavy wooden doors, in a desperate attempt to try to rip them open. Steve and Fernandez joined in and the astronomica

My spine snapped in two. Blackness swallowed my vision whole. While I could no longer see—could no longer think against the debilitating pain—I could hear. “How is this possible?!” “Someone, grab her!” “Stop her! Stop her now!” “She’s—She’s shifting.” My bones shattered, splintering and breaking, reforming until they’d become that of a wolf. Pain was all I knew. It was the air I breathed, and the tears that fell from my eyes in rivers. The leather straps snapped, and somewhere in my mind, my wolf smiled.