Wolf Instinct Novels & Stories

She was telling him the truth. If this thing between them that had blasted out of nowhere like a space capsule and hit them both with the force of a runaway train was to work, then the Volkas would need to accept her. She hated to think what would happen if they didn't. It wasn't only Jamie's misgivings that had to be set to rest. She needed to know if Mike Volka was indeed wolf and which pack he descended from. Settling herself in her chair, she lifted her glass of wine, needing the drink to settle her nerves.

Now I flew out of the room and attacked again. Our fight had already gone beyond the room, moving into the hall where everyone else was doing. They did not embarrass us, both had adrenaline from the fight in their blood. Everyone wanted to win! In any wolf, a predator woke up at the sight of blood and a worthy opponent. Unexpectedly, but I caught myself thinking that my wolf liked the alpha in front of her. I liked its strength, its smell. My Moon no longer wanted to win, but wanted a male! I abruptly changed my essence away from sin. True, Michael did not have time to stop ...

I knew that the wolf was calling to me, inviting me to join it on a journey through the forest. With a sense of excitement and curiosity, I followed the howl, weaving my way through the trees and underbrush. The wolf's presence grew stronger, and soon, I found myself face to face with a majestic white wolf with huge wings. Its eyes were the same icy blue as mine, and there was a profound sense of recognition between us. We communicated not through words, but through a deep understanding that transcended language. The white wolf turned and began to lead me deeper into the forest, and I followed willingly. It was as if we were bound by destiny, embarking on a journey that would reveal the true

"What's wrong?" "What exactly do you want to say to The Alpha?" He asked, looking really serious. "Well, mom came up with this idea that, maybe, Alpha Flynn might really be my mate." I explained. "But, you clearly didn't feel anything yesterday." he responded. "I know. But maybe, that's because i haven’t shifted yet. That makes sense right? I can't recognize him as my mate because i don't have a wolf. But he recognized me as his mate immediately because he has his wolf with him."

I ask her next, maybe that got something to do with me dying. "White wolves don't exist," Moira dismiss me again. "The alpha said they do," I answer her, he said one of us is white, and since the other two remember their wolves and dream of them, they knew for sure they aren't the white one. "Maybe they do but they are extremely rare," Moira says, they are rare cause they die, I know that, I'm pretty sure of that now. "Hey, Moira, little guy," alpha Rowan says joining us in the room, he shared a look with my sister and then a silent conversation went between them two, it's the way their eyes shifted and moved as they glared at each other.

She looks away to the window and that flicker of pain makes it drive home that she is certain of this. “You’re talking suicide? Wolves don’t do that…. It’s impossible for us to do harm to ourselves that results in death. Our wolf form kicks in and heals us instinctively, without our permission. It’s not exactly easy to find a way that a wolf can’t save.” Colton leans in, seems none of us can eat when this is the topic and I frown heavily, my stomach churning with the topic.

The air crackled with tension as Avla's wolf lunged forward, a primal force driven by instinct and fierce protectiveness. Its muscles coiled and released, launching her into action with a surge of adrenaline that drowned out all other sensations. The intruders who had emerged from the shadows were met with a relentless onslaught, her wolf's snarls and growls resonating through the clearing.

These wolves were not only distinguished by their unique mark but also by the extraordinary gifts they possessed. These wolves were immune to vampire venom and could extract it from other werewolves, rendering them nearly invincible in battle. Their second gift was even more formidable: they had the power to compel submission from anyone who dared to meet their gaze. Their deep crystal-blue eyes could paralyze an opponent with fear if looked into for more than three seconds. Initially, it was thought to be a curse, but it soon became clear that the birth of a white-crescent wolf signified greatness and power. These wolves were believed to be the favored children of the Moon Goddess herself.

I said to Rex, who was still looking at me intensely. His eyelids slammed shut and became completely black. I noticed claws emerging. Shit! That is what he said as he leaped out the window and began running. I approached the window but saw nothing. While I am aware that wolves are swift, why is he faster? I am certain I saw wings the other day. Claws are a wolf characteristic. What was it about those golden wings that I saw that night? Is it possible that I imagined the wings? He cannot possibly have both wings and claws, right?