Wolf In The Hen House Novels & Stories

He paused, his eyes scanning my face for any sign of understanding. “I couldn't help but laugh, I guess either I'm hearing things or I'm not the only crazy one in the room.” Zayn stepped closer, his movements deliberate and careful, as if I might bolt at any moment. “You’re a wolf,” he said, his voice steady. “You always have been. You just didn’t know it yet.” I burst out in laughter once again, sharp and bitter, verging on hysteria. “You’re insane. This is insane.”

My wolf growled fiercely,her glow flaring brighter as we pushed against Ethan's brute strength. He snapped at my neck,but I sucked,my claws slashing across his side. Blood sprayed the ground and Ethan howled with fury. Ethan lunged again,faster this time,but I side stepped,slashing at his hind leg. He stumbled and I used the opportunity to pin him to the ground,the same way he had pinned me during his mating ritual. My glowing eyes locked into his as my fangs snapped at his throat . Although I knew he can throw my small wolf away from himself easily.

I do not talk about that with anyone. The air starts to buzz. “Duck!” I yell. Arrows start flying through the air. I stop all of them as I run forward. “Stop!” I yell at the witches running from me. They do what they are told. The rest of the wolves catch up to me along with Joe, which is what, I call him now. They take the four witches to their version of a compound for questioning.

However, that shouldn't be my primal goal. The she-wolf stopped at the house, which looked like a local inn. The door opened with a creaking noise as she pressed the handle and stepped inside. I let Theo walk as the first one. My eyes landed on Henry, who, just like me and my wolf, wasn't in the best shape of mind. It seemed like he was also dealing with some struggles. "Hey. What's the matter?" I squeezed his shoulder, catching his full attention. "My wolf. He's agitated."

“Next time I see one, I’m going to take his head and put it like a scarecrow.” “Or you can put up a fence like I have been saying for the last two months.” “Wait, chicks, wolves?” I ask, confused. “That’s right; you haven’t been here all summer. I started raising chickens as a side project.” “Oh…wolves?”I can’t help think of Xavier. “Yes, all she has to do is build a fence to keep them out.” Do werewolves eat chicken? I mean, live chickens? “I will not build a fence. Animals shouldn't live in cages—wolves the regular animals' child, not like your boyfriend.” She replies, probably sensing my confusion. Wait, boyfriend? My face turns beet red.

It seemed Hannah and Dave were crouching down since their heads were not visible. Since I was curious as to what the house held, I walked over there. One of the windows was opened so I looked in. I nearly froze when I saw a big wolf, chained to the wall. It growled when it caught sight of me and started to try to break out of its restraints. Mesmerized, I took out my phone to take a picture of it. I had never seen a wolf that big. I had raised up my phone when it was slapped out of my wrist. It fell inside the room with the wolf.

It's been ten years since I followed my fated mate, Grace Murphy, into the human world. Her childhood friend, Fred Williams, is dying. His one last wish? To experience marriage. Grace said yes. She told me she wanted to give her wedding to Fred. I didn't cry. I didn't fight. I just smiled, slid the ring off my finger, and handed it back to her. She brought Fred home and said she wanted to give him a home. I said, “Okay,” softly, and stepped aside—clean, neat, no fuss. She wanted to take Fred to Hawaii—the honeymoon destination I'd been dreaming about for years. I still helped her book everything, calm and composed. The day she boarded that plane, I finally answered the summons from my pack.

He would have felt bad if he disturbed John on his honeymoon, so he decided to call John’s beta instead. “Hello, Mark, this is Henry Johnson speaking. I had an incident regarding five feral wolves at the edge of your property, near the southern border. They passed through my property and followed me on a hiking trip I was on with my mate and tried to kill us. One of them got away.”

Henry turns around and he moves to spin me around as he says in a low voice, “Go, go.” Charlie has already run a few feet in front of me and I try to catch up to him and I can feel Henry right behind me before a howl fills the air. I turn my head and see a large gray wolf behind Henry. Henry turns and yells, “Run!” He quickly shifts into his dirty blonde wolf, King, and runs to attack the intruder. I know I should move, I should run and seek cover like he told me to, but I can’t. I feel frozen to this spot, unable to move or do anything other than watch this fight in front of me.