Wolf Pack 3 Wolves Tattoo Novels & Stories

One of the stories is the foundation of our custom that mate marks are for life. Legend says that the Moon Goddess took pity on a rejected mate that had been marked. She took the mark away, leaving the curve of her neck smooth and unblemished. The Moon Goddess visited her in a dream and told her she would have a second chance to find love. There would be a new mark that would be forever. The she-wolf was so angry with the Moon Goddess and refused her gift. She told the Moon Goddess that no man nor wolf would ever control her again. She would never accept another mate. The woman screamed that the pain was too much. The she-wolf screamed at the Moon Goddess and insulted her. When the she-wolf

I cock an eyebrow, only for him to point at the tattoo on my chest. Every male wolf gets branded with their house sigil on their thirteenth birthday. It’s not just a rite of passage. It can turn from red to black, when we first touch our fated partners. Female wolves get theirs on the wrist on their eighteenth birthday, to make sure they remain pure. My tattoo is a raven above crossed swords, the sigil of the Medeiros House. And right now, it’s burning black, like a burst of smoke on my skin.

A red stone appeared in the center of the decoration. "Now you're part of the pack," Mikhail's voice snapped me out of my trance. “A black alloy of metals, as a symbol of black wolves, and a red stone is a symbol of the fire inside you,” he explained, pointing to his own, exactly the same pendant around his neck. Am I part of the pack now? Part of the family ... It seemed that tears were pouring down my cheeks ... It didn’t seem, but it was so ... I laughed stupidly, rubbing them over my face, and they kept flowing and flowing without stopping ...

He comes back to the room and his expression looks pissed. “The team in charge of disposing the bodies said 30 of the wolves had that symbol tattooed on the bottom of one of their feet. They also said upon closer inspection, those with the tattoos did not smell like rogues.” “There is clearly an organized group behind this attack, Alpha.” Emmy says. I nod in agreement. I can feel my blood boiling, rage beginning to set in. Who is this group and what do they want?

The wolf growled. “It is okay, Joel, He won't hurt me,” I tell Joel as the wolf approaches me and sits. His tail wraps around me. I am instantly relaxed. I rub my face in his fur and enjoy his warm. I feel safe, and I calm down. I am hit with the scent of sandalwood and citrus. Luka’s scent. “What?” I questioned out loud. I am his. He is mine. We are one. Like you and the white wolf. My eyes bug out of my head a bit. I want to ask questions.

But I didn't let it stop me as I ran as fast as I could towards the sound of the battle. The massive field that led to the pack was covered in blood and bodies and I felt my steps falter at the horrible sight. Even in my wolf form, my stomach churned and I fought not to vomit, peering through the smoke and chaos in search of my mates. I saw Greyson then, standing tall in his massive wolf form along with Jaxon and Kade. The three were standing over a female. I frowned, moving forward, trying to recognize her. I whimpered when I saw the body of Tally strewn over a large bolder, blood pouring from a giant bite wound at her throat. I hated this.

She knew Sienna was shady anyway, I focused my rage on the meat to spare her pretty face. Werewolves? What the fuck! The only thing I heard about was Lycans and that Supreme Alpha. "The Supreme Alpha's return made quite an uproar but not as much as the sacrifice that survived." She took a pause, "Paint me surprised when I took a close look at the scratch marks and your insatiable hunger—" Before she could spout another word, I interrupted her, "What are you?" "A witch." Somehow I don't doubt that.

Luna Morgan said. “What your Luna is trying to tell you is that Dravo, Maxia, and you, Sapphire, are those three wolves,” Alpha Logan said in a calm voice. NO! My secret will be revealed! No male will want a female like me and no female would want a male like me either. I am both in one. I even have the same problem in wolf form that only a few in the pack knew about. Well a lot of them knew about it but no one cared here. This was my family. My parents were a part of a Triad that were the only ones that had a single Triad baby that lived.

My palms were sore as well, as we stared at the strange sight before us. Two of the wolves darted off in different directions. I assumed they might be scouts. The other three ran at different men, and to my astonishment, crashed into their chests, merging with their form. The men’s eyes snapped open and began to rise. As I stared at the sight before me, I realized that there was now a large wolf head tattooed on each of their bare chests.

“How did you know this was the library I saw in my vision? Did you see it too?!” “No, you said there were three big stained glass windows…” He points to the windows. It’s the Freedom Ridge crest in the center and two wolves - the alpha and luna - One depicting a battle scene with the Alpha warrior, the other depicting a romantic connection between the Alpha and Luna most likely to symbolize their union. They were beautiful! “Wow….” I stood in awe staring up at them. “So what does this all mean?” He inquired. “I don’t know. Do you have a historical records section?”