Wolf Next Door Novels & Stories

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."

– How did you get here? - Are you okay? I asked Lisa. He looked fine. At least better than after our first transition with him. - I'm ok. - Fox smiled at me, slightly swaying on his feet. The answer suited me, so it's time to look around where we still got. - Hey Bars. I greeted my friend, looking around. Wooden log house. The scent of the forest is all around. Apparently, this is some kind of lodge in the forest. But one thing is alarming, it smells like wolves of my breed. And not just one werewolf, there are at least four male adults. And I won’t confuse one smell with anyone, Mikhail ...

Justin just looked at me with a surprise that never died down. “Justin? Please say something! Tell me you will not leak this information to anyone! Justin!” “You… about the holy blood… I'm not….” Justin fell silent as if losing his tongue to speak. The roar of an animal surprised both of us. Suddenly, a large black wolf jumped out of nowhere, and stopped about two meters from where I was standing. It growled again, pulled its snout back and revealed frightening sharp teeth. The wolf pounced on me.

It was truly a work of art, the beautiful wolf howled at the large crescent moon on the base, next to a small detailed lake. Then as if I could Sense him near I turned and spotted Draven. I ran and jumped into his arms excitedly "Where were you, it's already lunch time." I pouted. He kissed me softly then asked me to follow him. I was then nervous, he didn't hold back from kissing me but his demeanor was worrisome. He pulled me into the other large house. known as a pack house, or council depending on if you were a wolf or a witch. Donnie and his wife were there along with Joshua and a few other wolves and clan members. I looked around, confused.

Powerful? "Get the cancel ready, we're going hunting tonight." "I can smell the full moon already," Zane said, rubbing his forehead. "She lives in the small village near the spring." He said again and Wolfarine nodded. "Are you going after her?" "Why should I?" He huffed, jumping down the four-storey castle. Lord Wolfarine had never expected his mate to be that of Vampire. A witch would be preferable even though it was never a good part of their way.

I walked downstairs after I had finished. “Good morning, Luna.” I heard from Adelyn as I entered the kitchen. “Hey, love. How was your wedding night?” “Fantastic. I told Alex about the good news. He's over excited.” “He should be. It's your first pup.” I told her. “I made waffles.” She passed me a plate, and I hurriedly cleared the content. Waffles reminded me of Jax and a beam plastered across my face. “Is it terrible?” “No, no. Delicious,” I complimented. “It kinda reminded me of my best friend who left the pack,” I uttered with a sudden feeling of cheerlessness. “But I have to get to the elder woods because the ranked wolves and coven are awaiting my arrival.”

“We all do.” In the distance, our target twinkles in the dark night. Behind each of those lights is a human, maybe a family settling in to watch television, perhaps a mom and dad tucking their children in for the night, all of them feeling safe, all of them blissfully unaware that a pack of two thousand, bloodthirsty wolves are right on their doorstep. I check my watch. “Patrick. You about ready to go?” “Yes. Alfred and his witches are moving in now.”

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.

"We have a problem. There's been another attack. Same pattern as the others. Werewolf victim, unhealable wounds, reports of a white wolf." "Where?" "Three blocks from your apartment. Mary, whoever or whatever this white wolf is, it's getting closer to you.”

she said, near tears. I sighed and rubbed my face. “When a wolf doesn’t have a pack or a family he’s considered a rogue. It’s an extremely dangerous thing to be. A wolf needs community, needs to feel useful and that he belongs. If he’s alone he’ll do very desperate things to survive. The pack to our far north east is called Venom. Because as you saw firsthand they are pure poison in every sense of the word. They want chaos and believe only the strongest survive. They take unknowing she-wolves from the cities and stage these combats. They charge a fee to even do it,” I said, trying to stop myself. I’d already said way too much.