We're Wolves Movie Novels & Stories

I try calling out my father or John for help, because I know if they knew we were in trouble they'd rush over here, but I can't seem to mind linking them. Just as I was about to tell Tasha, we needed to go upstairs and hide the window breaks because a wolf jumped on it. Tasha and I screamed and stumbled back fast, we stumbled and fell, glass was thrown everywhere. When we looked up, there were three huge solid black wolves with their lips brought back in a snarl, growling at us, and glowing red eyes stood before us. We screamed again in fear. I will try calling dad again. Still nothing. I can tell just by the looks of these wolves, they're not escaped prisoners from Alpha Conan's pack. Their

If only she would let him help her with it. Suddenly images flashed through his mind of a pack of wolves running behind a bunch of 4-wheelers that were just entering Cloud Lake land. The one in the lead was flying a flag bearing the Ocean Moon Pack’s crest. They appeared to be armed as well. Every adult wolf got up to leave the room for their assigned spots. The lights came on and the movie shut off as his mother came into the room. Several Cloud Lake wolves wove among the children and teens, picking out the Ocean Moon kids and herding them to the door. “Okay pups, There are vehicles from Ocean Moon on their way in, so I’m guessing it’s time for some of you to leave. If you’re from Ocean Moo

"They’re flanking us." Suddenly, the brush exploded. Three massive, gray-furred wolves leaped from the ridge, their jaws open and their eyes red with a mindless rage. These weren't the "civilized" werewolves like Kieran and Rowan. These were the low-level pack members who had been driven into a frenzy by their Alpha's command.

“No, you didn’t. You look just like Maeve used to when she tried to pretend everything was okay and you and I both knew it wasn’t. We’re in this together, Meadow. At least be honest with me.” I look at him a moment. He’s right. At the moment, we’re all we have. “Did you hear the wolves last night?” “Yeah. Do you know if they were werewolves?” “No, but I know there are actual wolves in this part of the country,” I say. “But you don’t think that’s what it was?” “No, I think we inadvertently ended up walking through someone’s pack lands and they were alerting their pack mates.” “But they didn’t attack us.”

Sure, I was trying to protect her—I couldn’t have known that the beast’s interest in her wasn’t going to get her hurt, but it’d be next to impossible to explain that. I didn’t want to explain it. She either wouldn’t believe me, or she’d be terrified. The last thing I wanted was for anyone in the village to know the truth about me. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that I’d either have an angry mob or the government showing up at my door, and then Alex would lose the last remaining family she had. A fox skittered by, unbothered by my presence. Ever since I became a werewolf the animals in the forest have treated me like one of them. In some ways, it was peaceful.

I couldn’t undermine what it was; I never found out no matter how many times she did it. … The sound of horses rolling in from several areas of the pack made me jump in excitement. The classical male wolves from noble families in their rich tuxedos, the 1960s musicians who were always there to entertain, and the elders in their roped-up attire—all here for the celebration.

“Mate, this is beautiful.” My wolf Vulcan laughed. "Yeah, you did a good job, human." I showed her around the cabin. “So what are we doing first?” she asked. “Well I was thinking that we could eat first. Food’s in the warmers. Then watch a movie. Then… whatever you want after that, but only if you want to.” She laughed. “Why don’t we do two in one? Watch the movie and eat at the same time?” We settled into the small cinema room with the recliners. I brought the food tray, champagne, and desserts. We picked that new wolf action movie, A Wolf Under Siege. We spent most of it laughing because the shifting looked so fake.

Leslie groaned awake as Tara and Zak dragged a table across the shattered window and braced it with chairs. “Tom? You can’t be out of bed,” Leslie said, pushing up on her elbows. “Jakey, what’s happening? What are those animals?” “Werewolves,” Jake said, eyes not leaving the hall. “They’re real.” Tara peeled a slat of the front blinds. “They’re everywhere,” she whispered. “Sniffing. Hunting.” Zak joined her, jaw tight. “Can we make the car?” She checked—froze. “They’re ripping the W.R.X. to pieces.”

He whispered to me. Beta Leo walked in. He closed and locked the door. "Shall we begin?" Alpha Zev and Luna Maisie directed everyone to form a loose circle around me. Beta Leo opened a massive book and began reading. "From time immemorial, our people have welcomed our new wolves with a ceremony to recognize our pack connection and strength. The Moon Goddess gifts us our wolves. We are stronger, faster and smarter when we work with our wolves. We honor the Goddess by accepting our wolves and allowing them to take our physical form and make it their own. We each must learn to respect our wolves, and our wolves must learn to respect us."

Henry*** Dean’s voice sliced through the night, dripping with scorn. "The omega wants to play Alpha," he drawled, his smirk sharp enough to cut. The crowd of wolves parted around us, forming a wide circle. Their movements were almost synchronized, as if compelled by an unspoken force. Shadows flickered under the dim moonlight, their eyes glowing with a mixture of curiosity and dread. Whispers rippled through the ranks, barely audible over the low growls of those in wolf form. The tension was palpable, an electric charge in the air that seemed to grow with every breath.