Wolf Hotel Series Novels & Stories

Not warmly — nothing about this woman was warm — but with a kind of terrible appreciation, the way a hunter smiles when the prey turns out to be more interesting than expected. "Alpha Dravon," she said, without looking away from me. "Under Council Law, Ordinance Seventeen, any wolf witch taken into pack custody must be surrendered to Council jurisdiction within forty-eight hours. You have —" she glanced at the narrow window "— thirty-six hours remaining. I will wait." "You're welcome to the guest quarters," Kael said. "My Beta will show you."

I welcome the numbing smoke, which blurs the last remnants of worries, of consciousness and lets me focus on my duty. Martha is the first to utter a terribly mad scream, which rises and falls in tone. I follow and let the galdr push my astral body up over the treetops where Siri and the others are waiting for me. This time we fly a short distance north. I immediately recognize the place. Siri leads us to an iron shed, which stands at some distance from the main house. It is the small werewolf we had encountered the night before at Pugh’s. It is foaming with aggression and throwing himself around the cage to escape. When Siri penetrates its mind, it becomes completely passive and stares into

He grabbed at me through the bars, but I quickly jumped out of the way. I raised my hands and yelled, pushing the air, and he went sailing backward, hitting the wall again. He burst out laughing as he got to his feet. "You just proved my point." "And what point is that?" I was interested, despite myself. "The Skyefrost Pack was a pack of wolf witches." He shrugged. "We were lucky enough to catch the whole pack in their tents, and we took them down." "You unimaginable b*stard."

Cat It’s our typical Monday morning on Wolfe Ranch twenty miles outside of Baker, Montana. Baker is a small town of about two thousand people but is widely known in the world. This sleepy little town had more going for it than just the cattle industry. There were other things around here to enjoy. There are three packs of werewolves that surround my property of three hundred acres. There’s one pack to the east, one to the west and one just north of us, leaving the south open to who knows what.

She knew Sienna was shady anyway, I focused my rage on the meat to spare her pretty face. Werewolves? What the fuck! The only thing I heard about was Lycans and that Supreme Alpha. "The Supreme Alpha's return made quite an uproar but not as much as the sacrifice that survived." She took a pause, "Paint me surprised when I took a close look at the scratch marks and your insatiable hunger—" Before she could spout another word, I interrupted her, "What are you?" "A witch." Somehow I don't doubt that.

For some reason I didn’t think of timber wolves when I thought of West Virginia, but when I Googled it, I discovered they were listed as one of two breeds of wolves in the region. Gray flags decorating stores and homes let us know whose territory we entered. Sexton was around the same size as Colt and a rugby town. We went straight to the hotel. Joel waited outside the bus and entered the lobby with me. We stood at the back of the pack waiting for everyone else to check in first. Two clerks opened up and we were able to check in and get our rooms at the same time.

She turned her gaze away to stifle a chuckle at the thought and observed their destination nearing; her interrogation would continue there. Gil let her down gently, taking a few steps back with his hands up to allow her space. A heavy sigh escaped her as she fished the keys out of her purse and waved for him to follow. She took a seat on the windowsill of the lobby and patted the space beside her. "Alright, I need answers. What was going on back there? And why was...Victor, joining them?" she asked with a wavered voice and trembling hands. "What you saw, was another rogue wolf on the loose. They've been looking for this particular one for the past few days. And as for Victor's involvement, w

He started walking forward, showing them the way to the city. There were many more werewolves in the pack house, including the assassin werewolf Etta Suzette Gelbero, who was a spy and the trainer of the scout wolves. The lead warriors Ultima Wolf Edric Wilson and Ultima Wolf Drik Wilson, who trained the warriors of the Gravefur Pack, and Howl Wolf Vladimir Lorenzo usually supported the horn with their life along with Alpha. They were all eagerly awaiting their return.

Kassandra's POV: It has been four years of hell since my parents passed away and people are astonished that I am still alive without my wolf. They think i am weak. Today is my 18th birthday and I am hoping I can find my mate and since highschool is almost over I am debating if I want to run away and live as a lone wolf in the human city. For the past four years I have snuck out of the pack house everynight to let my wolf out and train so I am not weak. I also learned recently that alphas commands don't work on me which has me puzzled.

Part 3 "King Andre Bastion Smith, a figure of regal authority and grace, stands as the revered Wolf King, the supreme leader of all wolf packs spread across the vast and diverse expanse of the United States. With deep-set, piercing eyes and a commanding presence, he carries the burden of leadership at the age of thirty-three, though whispers circulate in the shadows about his ongoing quest to find his fated mate. The grand castle they call home, a magnificent structure steeped in history and surrounded by sprawling forests, is not only a residence but also a symbol of their lineage and power. Within its walls, the Royal Smith family continues to live, each member bearing their own legacy of