Willow Wolf Novels & Stories

“She told me when she was younger that her wolf was white, but I could never see into her future. So, I could never be sure.” “What do we do?” I ask. “I honestly have no idea,” Osiris groans. “I don’t know when the last time there was a white wolf that walked among us.” “I can do the research,” I tell Osiris. “But it may take a while.” “In the meantime, she will need to learn how to fight,” Willow says. Osiris chokes on his own spit and begins coughing loudly. “You can’t be serious.” “I am,” Willow snaps at him. “She is a Luna and a white wolf. She will need to learn how to protect herself.”

The gates gave way under us. And then we were in. Inside the settlement. Still burning. Still bleeding. And still—fighting. The sight stunned me. Even in the chaos, even with our own people turning on us, they’d held the line. How? How the hell were they still standing? Then I saw her. A sleek wolf with a single grey streak cutting through her white coat. Willow. She wasn’t just fighting. She was wielding compulsion. Shielding those around her. Disabling attackers. Directing the battlefield like a general with her mind.

My wolf then whimpered and I didn’t know if it was for Jess or Willow, but I knew he was hurting. Ever since Jess hasn’t been with us, my wolf has put out his frustrations into training even harder. Not one wolf has even come close to taking me down since then, except Willow. Yesterday in the training ring with her it was as if my wolf was being playful with her wolf. She was good, that was for sure, but my wolf found himself distracted by hers. I had never seen a black she wolf before, especially one with red tips.

She quickly stepped onto the porch and saw that it was dark and quiet. "Officer?" Willow called hoarsely. From the direction of the trees near the lake, Willow heard a rustling. She froze in the doorway, sharpening her hearing and staring intently in the direction of the sound. Then a white wolf appeared, striding toward the lodge. Willow recognized the animal, which she thought was a dog. But in the back of her mind, she began to think that it was not a dog, but a wolf. Just like Zoey had said.

’ The voice inside my head is loud and clear, nothing like the echo it was. ‘Are you my wolf or am I going crazy?’ it’s a serious question even though I laugh as I ask it. ‘Yes Rose, I am your wolf. My name is Willow. I have been waiting ever such a long time to meet you. I wish I could have been there for you when Gwynn returned to her goddess, and when that monster had you. I would have given anything to be the one to tell you it’s all real, but I could only watch until you were safe.’ Willow’s voice is calm and soothing. She is far more understanding than I would be if I had been locked away .

My wolf then whimpered and I didn’t know if it was for Jess or Willow, but I knew he was hurting. Ever since Jess hasn’t been with us, my wolf has put out his frustrations into training even harder. Not one wolf has even come close to taking me down since then, except Willow. Yesterday in the training ring with her it was as if my wolf was being playful with her wolf. She was good, that was for sure, but my wolf found himself distracted by hers. I had never seen a black she wolf before, especially one with red tips.

And, this is not how I had imagined the first time us being naked together going. They looked back over at me with surprise in their eyes. I hold my hands up as a sign of submission and surrender. "My wolf's name is Aspen." Her wolf perked up and adjusted her ears. "What's yours called?" I called. 'I'm Willow.' Her wolf stated. "Hi Willow, a pleasure. Now I understand that you feel the need to protect Isabelle right now, I see it." 'David is not a good father.' She cut me off. I nodded.

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”

I had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

She knows better than to do something so reckless. Not only did Layla almost kill Willie—another pack member—but Willow is also set to become the Pack’s next Luna. Wolf on wolf violence is strictly prohibited unless sanctioned and guided by the pack elders. Occasionally, business and other matters of life are handled this way by The Pack, but it’s very rare to see two wolves fighting in public. We have laws against that. Laws that Layla so recklessly broke. As soon as I was sure Willow was safe, I was going to round her up and head to my father’s so she can be dealt with accordingly.