Wolf On A Leash Novels & Stories

“I’ll just come closer and see if he’s hurt.” Turning around, she left the path and approached her. The rather large black dog was without a collar, but with a rough rope around its neck, the other end of which was tied to a small tree. As the girl approached, she laid back her ears, waved her tail welcomingly and reached out to her, but a short rope held her in place. Realizing that there was no way forward, the dog whined and extended his front paw in a pleading gesture.

Its tail wags, indicating its playfulness, and I laugh at it. I swear his wolf acts like a pup and it’s one of the cutest things that I’ve ever seen! His wolf tips its head down at me and lowers its body down so that I can ride on him the rest of the way. My legs are burning from how fast I was running and I’m out of breath, so I’m not going to turn down a chance to relax for a minute. I get on his wolf and nuzzle my face into its dirty blonde fur, and I hold on. Once it feels me lightly tug on its fur, it takes off.

" He eased a sick smile as he spoke. "I seek no trouble with your wolf," began Leah. "But since you have made his problem yours then, so be it, you bastard! All of you will burn in hell," she attempted to stand to her feet again as the wolves observed her in total silence but, she fell back again. This time, the wolves even laughed harder.

he declared, and, in a fluid motion, he leaped into the air, shifting back into his wolf form. As one, the wolf pack embarked on their mission, a tense sense of purpose fueling their determined chase of the elusive human. They moved together with an unspoken agreement, their thoughts intertwining through their mind link, their collective conversation honing in on Lex's obsession with capturing the human. "Hush!" Arlo's voice growled over their link, enforcing a silence that weighed heavily with the urgency of their pursuit. The question lingered in the minds of every wolf: where had the human disappeared to, and how had he masterfully evaded their pursuit, leaving behind no trace of his pas

His tail was wagging, as if the most delicious dish in the world had been placed in front of him. "What's up?" “I don’t know, but my wolf is euphoric.” Shane's wolf starts running north, followed by Julius, moving further and further away from the pack's safe ground. Suddenly, Shane's wolf stops, causing Julius's wolf to collide with him. A young woman, with black hair and large amber eyes, dressed in black pants and a full red coat, stood still and looked terrified at the two huge wolves. She held the coat close to her chest with both hands and some tears fell wildly down her face.

Jackson found a seat near the front right as the first wolf was tugged forward by the leash. He held back a scowl when the wolf stumbled into the steps and nearly fell. The wolf had greasy hair that might have been blonde once, before the filth coated the strands. It wasn’t near as matted as C36M657’s though. If that was an attempt by the previous owner to make him look a little more presentable, sellable, then it missed the mark by a mile.

Everything about Hal oozed power and— The big wolf trotted over, smoothly cutting short my train of thought as he used his teeth to extract the few broken branches that’d lodged themselves into Lea’s fur on our run. My wolf too mimicked this, and for a moment I could only sit back in mild surprise and observe as they interacted. After sometime, Hal extricated himself from Lea, trotting a few feet away before letting out a low bark. He was asking to be chased, and responding to this, Lea whined in complaint but he was having none of it. Hector’s wolf let out another bark, and then, as if he knew that mine wouldn’t be able to stay away for long he shot off without turning back… and of course,

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books.

"But the anchor—the one at the very back of the line holding the absolute brunt of the tension—has to be in wolf form. That’s why packs always put their absolute biggest, most grounded warrior at the very end of the rope." Emerald leaned forward, her eyes wide with genuine fascination as the camera panned to the Silver Paw anchor. A colossal, dark-furred wolf had already shifted, its massive jaws clamped securely around a reinforced leather harness attached to the end of the thick rope. The beast dug its heavy claws into the earth, thick muscles bunching under its coat, preparing to take on the crushing weight of the opposing pack.