Wolf Ranking System Novels & Stories

As a teenage girl, I am the only one that would not be allowed to live in the packhouse. At 15, girls become unranked. Before that we are considered the rank of our parents, so I have been unranked for 2 years, 11 months and 13 days. I turn 18 in two short weeks. I don't expect to find that I have a wolf when I turn 18. I just kind of think that if I had a wolf, I would feel it. Besides, I have a plan and having a wolf isn't in the plan.

he trails off, unsure what this has to do with the topic at hand but leans forward with interest to hear what I have to say on the subject. "Yes, and no," I explain, turning to face him completely crossing my legs in front of him, "every wolf spirit starts as the lowest ranking omega, and with each reincarnation depending on their actions of the previous raises through the ranks. It takes a wolf many lifetimes to achieve the rank of Alpha. Female wolf spirits have it tens times harder to achieve that rank, or the Goddess is more selective in their choosing because of what happens to them."

She should know how to defend herself, but I didn't want her to have to kill anyone. 'Understood, Alpha.' I respectfully replied. There was only so much I could protect her from. She needed to be able to stand on her own as well. 'Once Lana is initiated, I think I could be open to you taking a quick lap around the compound.' Parker offered, and my head snapped over to look at him in surprise. I hadn't been expecting him to be open to it. The first run was the most important when it came to bonding with your wolf. It also helped to mute the overwhelming sensation of having all of your senses heightened at once by exhausting your wolf. The surprise must have been apparent on my wolf's face as

- I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did. This wasn't the first time in my life, but since my father died this has gotten worse. - Mom? You didn't even seem too shocked by the location of the guy's house! - It's just that you finally have your breakfast Beck! We're leaving in thirty minutes to fix our hair for tonight. My mother didn't like to answer questions. I was used to it enough by then, so I didn't question anything anymore. I didn't question my father's obsession with wolf artifacts and legends, I didn't question why she wore a protective necklace against something that only existed in my books.

Mary really wanted to understand. “Okay, well first, everyone here…, and I mean everyone, is a wolf. That’s what makes us a pack… wolves hunt and live in packs and we protect and love each other as a family. So I am boss wolf and Gregg is my beta wolf, my second in command… kind of like vise president haha” Damon laughed as he said this. “After us everyone falls into levels of sort of status. It is based on bloodline, family status. Upper class , middle class type thing. Sarah”s family for example was middle class. Her mother was a teacher and her father was part of the border protection team.”

I also got a better view of his Wolf Mark, as I hadn’t seen much of it under the collar of his shirt last night. It was of a howling wolf head with a paw print wrapped around it. His Mark was black, as most Alpha wolves had. There was a color rank to a mark, with black at the top of the list. The next was red, followed by blue, green, orange, and yellow.

Stay with me here, I know I am overloading you with a ton of information about us, but it all will make sense in the end. Werewolves live in packs, and a hierarchy system rules the pack. The strongest werewolf is the leader of the pack and is called Alpha. His mate, and equal, is called Luna. They are the head of the pack. The second in command is the Beta, the third Gamma, and so on. You get the idea. They all help lead the pack, but the Alpha is always the last to have the final say. The werewolves whose connection with their inner wolf is weak, or are unable to shift, are called omegas. They are the lowest rank of the pack. Most of them work as servants. There are regular pack members su

“Haha, that’s funny. Do you know why there are rankings within a wolf pack, father?”. If looks could kill, I would be dead right now. But before he can respond, I continue. “They are there to determine the level of strength, top-down, with the sole purpose of identifying who can best protect the rest of the pack. As the beta couple, you should be the strongest in this pack after the Alpha bloodline. So, why is it mom’s duty to plan a f*cking party, while she should be one of the strongest wolves out here to protect everyone else?”.

I tried to convince him. The wolf froze for a second, listening, but did not change the target, sniffing even more. Okay, Lark, remember what that means. Why did you give him up? Morgan found out, others recognized, he did not obey, dispersed others, howled, the rest retreated, does not growl, walks, sniffs ... All the years among the pack flashed through my head, everything I knew about their rules and nature. And why was he mad? "Hush, hush," I muttered, backing away.

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 ...