Wolf Pack 3 Wolves Tattoo Novels & Stories

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?”

"Get off my men, now!" I made to retort the wolf's statement but then my eyes caught sight of a certain symbol tattooed on his arms. I squinted my eyes, trying to make sure I wasn't seeing things. To confirm my thought, I looked down at them arms of the wolf I had pinned down and then at the one under John. They all had the same symbol tattooed on their arms. It was one that I loathed with all of my guts. Looking back up at the cloaked figure, I muttered, my voice barely a whisper, "you guys are part of the Core Legion."

This continued till my mother felt we had had enough and started bringing the ritual to an end. I felt the exact moment when the ritual tattoo started forming on my wrist. I watched with my eyes and my heart broke with what I saw. The two wolves that were supposed to be entwined with each other to the extent that you couldn’t tell where one started and the other ended, stood next to each other with their backs facing the other. My family crest laid on top of one wolf and the packs emblem laid on the wolf that I think belongs to my mate and there was blazing fire in the middle of the two wolves and a streak of thunder on top.

Perhaps he has already figured out a solution and is planning on sharing it with me later on. Our conversation was interrupted by Eon's entrance. As captivating as ever, my gaze instantly draws to the vivid tattoo adorning his neck. It's a fierce wolf, one you see on many Alphas. However, what set this one apart was that it's a masculine Lycan wolf standing on its hind legs and rendered in stunning detail by the artist.

I responded, staring at them with amusement in my eyes. Scott grinned, his chest puffed up with pride. "That's because this is the Moon Star pack," he said, his voice filled with enthusiasm. "They're known for their unique markings and their mystique. It's a rare and powerful breed, and I'm honored to be their Alpha." As we observed the wolves in the pack, it became clear that each one had intricate patterns on their fur, resembling the phases of the moon. Some had crescent shapes, while others had full moons or even half-moon markings. Their eyes seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly glow, adding to their enigmatic presence.

Sage blinked, stretching their hand toward the illustrative black wolf with purple eyes that made up my chest piece. It took me a second to piece it together. The tattoo on my right bicep was an illustrative forest that made a V in the mist with a lunar eclipse in the sky. It clicked when my brain caught up to Sage reaching for the wolf. Their wolf is named Eclipse. Did the wolf on my chest remind Sage of theirs? “Eclipse? Does your wolf look like this?” I asked, touching my tattoo. “Um… yeah. Exactly like this, purple eyes and all.” Sage nodded. “Can I…” They pointed at my tattoo.

“She promised to leave. But promises from people like her…” “…mean nothing.” “Exactly.” We searched the area. More tracks. Wolf prints. Big ones. Not Dickson’s. DAISY I stood over the claw marks. They looked fresh. Kelvin sniffed the air. “Three of them,” he said. “Male. Big. One might’ve been alpha before.” “What does that mean?” “They’re organized. Not random.” I swallowed. “So it’s a pack.” “Worse. It’s a pack without rules.”

All of it was on me now. I took a deep breath, my chest tightening again. "This is... forever, right? I mean, this mark. Is it for your pack only or..." He shook his head before I could finish. "No, it’s not just for us. It’s a warrior’s mark. Wolves from other packs have them too. Every warrior does." I exhaled slowly, feeling a small bit of relief. Of course, it was something all warriors shared. That’s why the symbol seemed so familiar. But still, as I stared at the design, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was more than just a tattoo.

The pack embraces their primal instincts and revels in their unity. Blaze, Dexter, and Alexa, three members of the pack, stand among their fellow wolves, eagerly awaiting their alpha's command. Each of them possesses unique skills and strengths, ready to contribute to the pack's efforts. They are loyal and dedicated, bound together by the unbreakable bond of their pack.