Wolf Pack C. J. Box Novels & Stories

I couldn't believe it when I knew I saw the human blood in the werewolf residence. I had doubts about Beta since I got to know about him from his personal assistant. From what he said, Jake was in his hometown, was Blackwood but how come there was fresh human blood in here. The house belongs to Jake and from the scratch in the wall, I could guess someone was attacked by a werewolf. This means Jake was playing some game with his pack. Interesting. He was into something that's not aware to Alpha too. I need to find this. I ran quickly to the house and knocked on Debra's room door. I guess she was sleeping so she didn't respond quickly.

"Alpha sorry to disturb you but I've just had a link of Wilson, they've just had a wolf turn up at the borders, he looks like he's been beaten pretty bad and he's asked for you." "Who is he?" "It's Jacoby, Alpha." WHAT THE FUCK?

He said, "I thought you were on her side all this while. But please, you are not doing us any kindness here. Do you think you are doing the right thing? I can tell you are doing the wrong thing. Let's beg her and see what she does." "Beg my ass" he scoffed out a mirthless chuckle and pointed the gun towards Andre "You will not tell me what to do with her. Do you understand me!" Andre said, "Calm down. That will do, Norris. There is no need for that." My lips trembled at the drama. They wouldn't dare to fight me or my wolf, because we both were just deadly. I could single-handedly take on a whole Pack and beat them to a pulp.

one of the nameless warriors told us. “ Not a problem.” Clayton said, handing them our driver’s licenses before continuing. “ I am Alpha Clayton Winters and this is my Beta Nova Winfred we are from the Ash Wood pack. We are here to get our pack registered with the council.” The two warriors gave me an odd look before the second warrior asked, “She’s your Beta? Doesn’t seem like a proper job for a pretty little thing like her if you ask me.” I looked at him with a glare before saying, “ First of all a he has a name and it’s Nova not pretty little thing.Secondly I can assure you my vagina has never gotten in the way of me doing my job. Thirdly no one asked for your opinion.”

That first kill will always stay with me. The wolf standing across from me snaps his teeth at me, challenging me to make the first move. I wait. I want him to be anxious and make a mistake. And he finally does. He hesitates briefly. He goes to lunge, but hesitates for just a moment, remembering what I did to his friends just moments before. Then he commits to lunge at me, but I already anticipate the maneuver. I shoot up onto my hind legs and tower over his wolf. My front claws are in the air, lining up with his wolf’s exposed abdomen as he attempts to land on me. I dig my claws into his chest, then slowly lower down, digging my claws in deeper and deeper as they slide down his torso. His wo

Soren included. His ears rang at the familiar howl of a certain devil wolf that left him a scar. Taking a peek at the windows, he caught sight of a wolf almost the size of the trolls jumping from the walls and to one of the trolls ramming their way into the wall. With one fell swoop, the black wolf managed to take down the creature, falling with such force it almost returned to the earth. Hm. . this won’t do. At this rate, his battalion will lose. And he promised minimal damage. Sighing, he called the commander-in-chief.

It was an impressive feat. Its eyes burned red, jaw unhinged in a snarl too wide for anything natural. Its limbs were long and twisted, fur matted with dried blood. More followed from behind, wave after wave, flooding into the compound from all sides. The alarm bells rang. Steel clashed. Screams cut through the blizzard. Richard was already moving, sword in hand, his wolf senses guiding him through the chaos. He met the first half-blood near the west watchtower and cleaved it cleanly through the chest, silver blade hissing as it cut through cursed flesh.

Sharper. All heads turned. And then—they arrived. Ten wolves in gray armor. My friend hadn’t let me down. They crashed into the rogues like a wave. The battle shifted. We pressed forward again. Rosa’s POV I caught Hark’s scent before I saw him. He stepped into the clearing. Alone. Tall. Smiling. “You brought outsiders?” he mocked. “I brought justice.” He charged. We met in the middle. Fury and history in every strike. Claws clashed. Old scars ripped open again.

“And don’t try to lie to me, I’ll confirm whatever you say from Chloe. And if you still choose not to tell me, I’m sure Chloe would be ready to spill everything.” I let out a frustrated sigh. Lying to him would make things only worse. Maybe I just needed to come clean. “Okay, but promise me you won’t get mad.” “I won’t get mad.” I didn’t trust that he wouldn’t get mad. I just knew that he only said it because he wanted me to open up to him. “Okay.” A defeated sigh escaped my lips. “I’m listening.” He stared at me intensely. I closed my eyes and blurted out the words. “I don’t have a wolf. I still haven’t discovered my wolf yet.”

If her boots go back to that old Ashcroft Loft, and if Declan Voss represents a shadow still lurking inside those walls, my wolf might have to consider bringing a silver gun when my frame shows up to claim her. As predicted by my brain, the driver wolf agrees to the hunt instantly. While my ears wait for his phone call, my body jumps straight into the hot gym shower and my hands get dressed fast so my frame will be fully ready to roll. My heart is so eager to hear data from his hunt that my hand answers the very next vibrating call without even checking the caller ID screen. “Yeah.”