Wolf Pack C. J. Box Novels & Stories

“This is why.” Despite himself, Wolf moved a bit closer, trying to see inside. He figured that if the other two men could stand there all relaxed and unworried with a mystery box right at their feet, then nothing lethal was going to come slithering out. He saw blankets, and what looked like wool, and maybe some kind of clothing. Even as the realization started to wash over him, Wolf still didn’t trust his eyes. It wasn’t until a sharp cry came from the box, followed by a tiny waving fist, that he fully grasped what the hell he was actually looking at.

Rollo perked up, waiting for Jack’s answer. “No. Why?” Beta Jack was clearly confused. “On my run today, I ran along the creek. I came upon a wolf. I didn’t recognize the scent and I didn’t recognize the wolf’s eyes when I looked into them. The wolf was a red wolf. She was absolutely beautiful. Her scent was intoxicating. I felt so at peace when I was sitting with her.” I shook my head, realizing that I must sound completely sappy as I talk with Jack.

“The rogue whom our previous Alpha died defeating had repressed his wolf. When his wolf was finally able to take over, he never let go. The efforts that man went to to keep his wolf away made his already bloodthirsty, power hungry wolf go insane.” My eyes grew hard. I hadn’t known that detail. The reason this pack was so large was because that rogue had taken out the leaders of a nearby pack in Wyoming, and they came to us for sanctuary. We all knew the rogue my dad faced in his last battle was an anomaly. Our kind are strong and powerful, but we usually don’t care about exerting that for reasons other than protecting our own. It was rare to come across a wolf that needed to show off his pro

“Of course, sir. I’ll be right back.” Jackson watched him walk off then turned back to the cage. Wolf C36M657 was tensed against the far side of the cage. He stood, head angled down, arms so tight behind his back that his shoulders couldn’t relax if he wanted to. The blindfold was snug over his eyes. His lips were tugged down into a small frown. His hair was pitch black and a matted mess of curls. Jackson felt disgusted just looking at him, but he did what he had to do. He had a werewolf.

Howls of wolves were echoing. The sound of claws slashing intermingling. Making the pack lands of the Capital. Resemble hell. The ground covered in red, from the blood of the pack wolves, hunters and the bloodhounds. With the bloodhounds over powering owing to the advantage of extra ordinary strength and number. Volkan was bleeding from his arms and thighs. Yet his indomitable will , made him retort back more fiercely. His wolf growling and tearing apart the bloodhounds while Daniel was no less.

Being with my pack was exactly when I needed to help calm my wolf. I broke through the tree line, grabbing a pair of shorts from one of the bordering trees. I slipped them on quickly and jogged out to greet the collection of vehicles pulling up in front of the pack house. Alpha Jones stepped out of the house, and I dipped my head in greeting and respect as the cars emptied. "Welcome, Blood Moon pack! I'm sure you are very hungry after that drive." She greeted, scanning over the group of warriors with a sharp eye.

I might’ve felt bad for the guy if he wasn’t a raging, misogynistic prick. The wolf’s eyes left Duncan for a fraction of a second, flicking over to my face. I held back a gasp, another glimmer of recognition hitting me square in the chest. No, this couldn’t be that wolf. It had been years since I’d last seen it. It was impossible. Faster than Duncan could scream, the wolf lunged. Its teeth sank into his shoulder, slicing through muscle and bone. He dragged Duncan out kicking and screaming, into the night where his cries continued without faltering.

likely from a brutal attack. Ronald knew he had to act fast to save the wolf's life. He carefully lifted the wolf and began the journey back to Black Moon territory.As he approached the pack's den, Ronald called out for Denzel, the pack's alpha. Denzel emerged, his expression curious, and took in the scene before him. "What happened here?" he asked, his voice firm but gentle.Ronald explained the situation, and Denzel nodded thoughtfully. "Bring him inside. We'll tend to his wounds and figure out what to do next."Under Denzel's guidance, the pack's healers worked tirelessly to nurse the wolf back to health. Ronald visited the wolf frequently, bringing food and water, and chatting with him to

I saw some movement down below but I figured it was just the wind rustling through the trees. Then I saw a second figure, this one white. It got me to question if I really had seen the first. Then a third shadow so much bigger than the others. I closed the window again and slipped back inside. We were in the house of wolves, I knew what it meant, my instincts were calling out to me to join whatever hunt was going on down below. I still wouldn’t do it, I couldn’t. Full wolf was just not on my ability list. Why muddy the water too? I was going to leave soon, I didn’t want any connection with that family. I slept under the window letting the moonlight soothe me into a calm sleep. It felt so wro

“So… so Wolf is worried about being blackmailed to protect Briley and Ice and the twins and Viking? Like, he has to pay the cop so he doesn’t – what? Work with the cult again and turn you guys in, assuming that he knows about the New Mexico compound? I mean, Briley knew about the place in the desert, right?” “Honestly? I think that Wolf is worried because he doesn’t have enough hard information. Everything is just ‘maybe’ and 'what if’. Lots of blind alleys. Wolf doesn’t do well with that level of uncertainty, baby. The man is a serious control freak in some ways, and the number one thing he likes to know is what an enemy or threat knows that can be used to hurt us. He also likes to know whe