Willow Wolf Piggy Novels & Stories

The young man howled in pain and called out to his wolf for help. "Did anyone see you come in?" asked Black. Wayne widened his eyes and quickly approached the two Alphas. "There's no way anyone noticed me. The Red Moon pack is completely turned upside down. And the calf's name is Panda." Black merely raised an eyebrow in Wayne's direction without trying to say anything. The Mad One sent his fist into Harry's face again and waited to see how long it would take for his nose to stop bleeding. "I called him Panda because he's black and white," Wayne clarified with a straight face.

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.”

“Well?” “It seems we’ve detected the scent of another wolf towards our southern borders. Plus an abandoned camp at one of the caves down there. We don’t know if it’s one wolf or if he has a partner, but this proves that our captive lone wolf has definitely been lying about not working with anyone else.” “Either that or another wolf is making another attempt.” Lucille offered as an alternative explanation. Both those occurrences displeased me greatly. “How soon can we get him?” I asked, looking back at Archer.

“A witch?” Grams gasped. “Geeze, Mil, how else do you think you get a magical being like a white wolf?” Grandad rolled his eyes, making me laugh. “Now, get on with the story. We’ll need to meet this so-called mate of yours. Ghost. What kind of name is that?” Dad weaved our tale throughout the day and into the night. Grams kept our bellies full, and Grandad kept the fire blazing.

Whenever the air was laced with Alpha pheromones, it would let out that programmed cry. So whenever Julian went into heat, all I could do was listen to the Plush Wolf Doll’s moans—more like a woman’s breathy gasps—until dawn. The third wheel between Alpha Julian and me was a giant Plush Wolf Doll. Anyone who heard it would think it was absurd. After countless arguments that went nowhere, I decided to bring it up at our son’s first birthday banquet. That day, the pack gathered at the Alpha’s castle—elders, allies, and trade representatives were all present.

"Right that is very worrying indeed especially since you haven't been able to learn to control it, your Mum should have brought you sooner to me, especially since we don't know what your wolf half will do to affect it." "Well my wolf form is a little different too." "So your elf side is affecting your wolf form." I nod to him. "Would it be ok if I see your wolf." "She is called Tilly, and she will be more than happy to get to come out again." I smile at him.

Liza asked, glancing over. "Just needed a moment," Willow replied, her eyes drifting to the horizon. One of the Northern wolves, a young male named Fazza, stepped into her line of sight. He was handsome in a rugged, sun-beaten way, his brown eyes warm with a clear, localized interest. "How long have you been running with the Lanka, Ms. Grant?" "Only a week," Willow said, offering a polite but distant smile. "A new addition to the den, then," Fazza noted, his grin widening. "Are you a designer by trade?"

’ A fiery smile erupted on the corner of her lips; I was holding my breath while listening. ‘In that letter she had mentioned the name she gave to this child, Willow, this name was chosen by her mother, and it was meant for her to read when she becomes young. Willow, she is the child of a witch and a werewolf, her mother had a realtion with her father and they always met in human territory, they liked each other but weren’t ready to accept a child in their life because of what they were. However, one day her mother learnt about her pregnancy and informed her father, who instantly refused to accept the child.’ She was lost in those days.

I pull my hand back to search, but the wolf starts back up again. "Give me a moment, alright?" I shoo him off and he plops down with his head down. "Angus, Apollo, Archie, Ash, Axel, Baxter, Bingo, Bruce, Bruno, Champ, Charlie, Chester, Chip, Coco, Dexter, Duke, Eddie, Felix, Frankie, Freddy, George, Griffin, Hunter, Kane, King, Lenny, Logan, Marty, Max, Milo, Nelson, Noah, Ollie, Oscar, Ozzy, Peanut, Pepper, Prince, Rambo, Rocco, Romeo, Sam, Scooby, Scout, Simba, Snoopy, Spencer, Spike, Spot, Tucker, Walter, Woody," I skip over the names as quickly as I can. I know for a fact I won't use common names, whether the wolf likes it or not.

"You will need to protect him; there is only one of his kind." I nodded in understanding. Yet, I haven't even asked my wolf her name. "What's your name?" I asked, hoping she would answer me. "Willow," she said tiredly, and she disappeared into the depths of my mind. "I assume you just got introduced to your wolf," Xavier asked. I nodded. "Willow," I said, testing the name on my tongue. "Her name is Willow." "Interesting name," Xavier said. I could read the excitement in his eyes; he knew something.