Willow Wolf Piggy Novels & Stories

No way in hell was I taking her back to that gargantuan house now that I knew how she felt about being there. Willow moved forward and nudged my side with her head while I was already two steps ahead in my mind. My wolf looked down and amusingly noticed that the top of her head barely reached our shoulders, her wolf’s miniscule size causing her to seem childlike in size compared to my own overgrown beast. Laughing in my head, I dared my wolf to tell Willow that to her face.

The entire potion was completely ruined. My wolf Willow howled almost uncontrollably, "What are you doing! Stop! This is our only hope!" Willow struggled violently within me, desperately trying to stop me. The anguish in her mental voice was so strong it gave me a splitting headache. I gripped the edge of the table, steadying myself. "Trust me," I gritted out. "We can't use this. It's what killed us." My wolf Willow's abilities ranked quite low in the pack, her healing ability, speed, and strength all inferior to other wolves of the same age, which was why we had been bullied by our peers.

The whole ceiling used to be covered now there are only these two with what seems like a canyon between them and they just seem so lonely. I don’t know how long I lay there before I fell asleep. At least I hope I’m sleeping because if this isn’t a dream then someone slipped me some drugs. I’m lying in the field that we used to go camping in the one I had just been thinking about. It is night time but there are only two stars in the sky in the same positions as the two on my ceiling. I hear movement near the trees. I see a light brown and tan wolf step into the moonlight. She is similar in size and colour to my Mom’s wolf but this one has what looks like a white star on her left side. I stand

My front right. Nik's wolf is smaller too but bigger than Penny's. She is caramel colored with dark brown paws and a brown spot over her left ear. Theo's wolf is about the same size as Nik's. He is white with black ears and black spots all down his back. Lilly looked up and smiled when she spotted me. "Hi, Griff. You ready?" she asked and I nodded. I slowly walked up to her so not to scare her. She hugged me when I reached her and I sighed in contentment. My wolf couldn't wait until she had shifted and we could run together in the forest.

Willow’s POV I wasn't alone. Standing right behind my shoulder was a wolf. A large white wolf. I turned behind me but it wasn’t there. I scrambled backward, my back hit the cold wall, my eyes never left the mirror. The wolf was still there in the reflection. She was massive, her fur so white it looked like it was made of moonlight, and her eyes were a piercing, intelligent silver. She didn’t look like a beast; she looked like she was royalty.

William complained. "Actually close to hundred, Zolomon's crew. All made hybrid just for me and you guys," Willow revealed. "Well that's messed up," Lucy said. "Don't worry, we're going," Willow said moving ahead. "I have a plan." A MANSION DOWNTOWN:

I had a driver's license, he drove someone's car, he said - we need to take the woman and the girl to another city. Well, you have to, you have to. The car, Moskvich, was filled to capacity with their things, and I drove them, then I returned back, but three days later we returned to the flock. A little more than a year has passed, Aidar again approached me: Can you help? Well, why not help? Here we already drove by car two days before another town, and again I figured out which of the werewolves in the area was seen. He went into the house, said that he would come down in a couple of minutes, and a little wolf cub ran up to the same entrance, smiled at me sunnyly and went there too.

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

Maybe I’m imagining it, but it actually feels like it’s getting smaller, like it’s less sticky and malleable and becoming firm and cool, more vine like than stretchy. I’m not sure how long I keep focusing on making the red disappear but suddenly the pup shifts on my lap and my hands are no longer touching fur but smooth warm skin. I hear a cacophony of gasps, and my eyes fly open as the pup slides off my lap to sit in front of me, no longer a wolf but human boy. His hair is dishevelled and he’s looking around in confusion – I look at Dr Gamwell, who’s sitting with eyes wide with shock and his mouth hanging open and then to the crowd standing at the window – the woman is fully sobbing now and

They’ve been training with me every day and teaching me pack details so I can help Dad and Jeremy more. Willow’s wolf jumps at me but I drop last minute and kick my hind legs up at her. She is thrown to the ground and her wolf growls. Most she-wolves have a lighter shade of fur, but Willow’s is a deep black with patterns on her fur like a Panther. She really is something to behold. “Much better Louis.” She says through the mind link. “Good move Louis, why don’t we have a break?” Thomas suggests as his wolf is sitting down watching us.