Wolf Pack C. J. Box Novels & Stories

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

The Southern Alliance had arrived. Through the dense mist, the frontline of the rebel army emerged. Nearly two thousand wolves, their fur matted with sweat and dirt, packed the narrow canyon floor. At the vanguard walked two giant wolves. One was an massive, ash-furred beast with bloodshot amber eyes—Alpha Colton. Beside him was a dark, scarred wolf with ragged ears—Alpha Jaxon. Behind them, wrapped in protective silver-plated armor, rode a carriage carrying Cheryl, her face twisted in a mask of anxious ambition.

Lana's gasp of terror could be heard as she looked out the window, Maddie's cries still audible over the sound of my snarling and the rogues' growling as they closed in. "Maddie go in your bedroom, sweetheart," Lana called softy, and the shake in her voice gave me all the motivation I needed to lunge forward, taking down the biggest wolf with me. The wolves around us howled and yipped in excitement as our teeth and claws collided. They weren't prepared for the kind of fight I was willing to give to protect my family. I latched my teeth down, getting a hold of his throat as he kicked and bucked to get me to release my jaw.

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

He stared at Scars with those mesmerizing wolf-gray eyes, and Scars stared right on back, waiting for his President to say something. Wolf was hands-down one of the toughest, smartest, most decisive sons-of-bitches that Scars had come across in the whole of his life, but none of that made his Prez indestructible. Wolf was looking wound up tight and stretched thin, carrying all kinds of weights and worries on his massive shoulders, and Scars was hoping that maybe the time had finally come for Wolf to hand some of that burden over to his number two. Not that he was holding his breath for it to happen – Wolf Connor was nothing if not fiercely proud and independent.

“Yeah. As one of the wolves was completely black. Kind of like Vox. Another wolf was reddish brown which reminded me of Ash and the third one was gray like Volt. The only wolf I couldn’t pinpoint among the four was the one that was black and had white paws.” At the mention of black fur and white paws do I move to tense again. For there was only one wolf like that and he was the Alpha of another pack. The Shadowridge Pack. Aaron. Aaron Duncan. But why would Tori be dreaming of Aaron. Was Aaron one of the wolves we were fighting or was he one of the wolves helping us? My mind now quick to think of Jake and how Jake was going to handle the news.

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.