Wolf In The Hen House Novels & Stories

I couldn’t undermine what it was; I never found out no matter how many times she did it. … The sound of horses rolling in from several areas of the pack made me jump in excitement. The classical male wolves from noble families in their rich tuxedos, the 1960s musicians who were always there to entertain, and the elders in their roped-up attire—all here for the celebration.

Transferring our body heat as her breasts pushed against my bare chest. Suddenly, her head spun around, alarm flaring in her eyes, now frozen in panic. I listened but heard nothing. Her ears perked. Sounds of soft steps pressed down, compacting the snow as branches ruffled. Then I saw it - a huge brown wolf emerged from the shrubs. Its mouth sneered, showcasing razor-like canines. Immediately, I threw Fiona behind me and went for my knives.

“Of course, we are going for that run,” We rushed downstairs excitedly, and out of the house, to the back, where there was an open expanse of land, leading to the forest. We stripped off our clothes and started transforming. The sounds of bone cracking filled the air, like a familiar lullaby. After a few long minutes, Henri emerged in his wolf form, radiating strength and power. His wolf was similar in color to mine but noticeably larger. It was a testament to his formidable presence, perhaps enhanced by his status as the strongest among us three.

he asked, looking disapproving. " That is what I don't understand, " I said, particularly to himself. " I just don't understand. " " Well I think I know why. Listen to me Logan, that werewolf you purposely left to go was a lady, a shewolf," I heard him say. " How can you tell? " I asked, feeling so confused.

"Alpha, Henry is fine; as soon as the anesthetic wears off, he will wake up." Three hours later, Henry regained consciousness. His glazed eyes instantly widened when he saw me. Maybe he just woke up and saw me sitting beside him, which strained him. He hastily sat up, but I ordered. “Just lie there; I have something to ask; just answer me.” Henry nodded. “Is the wolf that attacked you the wolf in our pack?” I'm zoning to make it easier to find. Henry frowned and thought; after a moment, he raised his head. "Not. I have never met a wolf like that. Its eyes are as red as blood; its attack ability is also excellent; it has to be on par with a Delta; it can't be lower."

What was going on? I started to move toward a window when I heard two wolves starting a vicious fight right outside the house. I looked outside to find Jet tearing into a wolf that I didn’t know. I suddenly was overwhelmed by the smell of death seeping into the house from a cracked window. It was like something was rotting and I knew it was that group of rogues here on the ranch once more. Why were they attacking Jet?

Max pulled out his cellphone and placed the call. ------------------------------ Jenna had just got back in from outside, where she had to pull Henry and John apart yet again. The two were having territory issues, but they could do yet nothing as John’s cabin now had a new hole in it where the snow had caved it in. The pack needed their leader back, but the roads still sucked rocks. So here, Jenna sat, with a mug of coffee, and deliveries to be recorded. Pissed off wolves and buildings that just would not stay in one piece long enough to get through the holidays. The fresh supplies needed homes, and it was barely lunchtime.

Dean’s POV continued- The cells are usually kept pretty dark. Since the wolves have better night vision it’s not a problem for them, but when we turn the bright spot lights on it sure makes it a lot worse for them too. We keep the observation area dark so the rogue can’t see everyone in the room. I decided not to tell Alec and Zander because, well, I still wanted to have a little fun. We got to the interrogation area and I held up a hand so they knew to hold back a bit, then I gave the signal for the lights. The flinching and barely audibly cursing coming from the wolves? Worth it. It took a second for them to recover and I tried my best to hide my smirk as Alec looked at me.

He was almost falling over himself. Alistair circled carefully, his tail flagged behind him. Gary had kidnapped Jenna, kept her locked in a cage. The white wolf bared his teeth in a menacing snarl. Gary drugged her so she couldn't fight. He raped her over and over and then made her submit to him in front of his pack. The growl started deep in his chest and became louder as he thought of the tortures his mate had endured.

Hence why the journey to the House of the Wolves took a whole day. When we arrived, it was already night. And when we went past the dense woods hiding the werewolves’ race, I finally saw the town proper in its glory. The town looked peaceful at night. Though the streets were empty, the streetlights gave light to the inhabited houses whose people must already be asleep. I observed the houses and streets as the convoy quietly passed the town. We climbed a small hill to reach the House, the familiar obsidian mansion with sharp tower roofs, and that same, deeply unsettling feeling reached the pit of my stomach and made me squirm in my seat. I do think my first obstacle has come—being comfortable