Wolf Ranking System Novels & Stories

- 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.

"Oh I almost forgot, your practical class. Since most of you are newly turned wolves, this year's practical will be focusing on how to help you shift with little to no pain, how to be one with your wolf. You shall be taught how to work with your wolf's sensory attributes, associate with other wolves etc. GNS 304 will be a fun class" "Since you will be taking your final year exams next year, you will now taught and graded according to Werewolf Academia Constitution which follows the S-ABCD system. Now listen carefully. 0-20 will be scored S which stands for Stone, 21-40 is A for Auerlite, 41-60 is B for Bixbite, 61-80 is C for Chrysolite and 81-100 for Diamond". Just then, the bell rang.

The elders are strong enough not in terms of the gift, but in the ability to work with it. - Tell me about them. What are they doing? Are these the oldest werewolves in the pack? Maxim covered his hand with my palm, lying on his elbow. - Elders are like a position, they are elected. All at least one hundred and thirty years old. Sufficiently educated, lived in the pack for at least eighty years. What else to tell? - What are they doing? - Many of them. Not a single case, trial, direction of development of the pack passes without their approval. All issues of the werewolves of the pack are resolved only with their participation.

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 ...

“Some wolves, higher ranked, or boastful wolves, push all of their strength into their auras. They do this for a few reasons. Stupidity, ego, or to make them seem stronger than they are. Lower rank wolves sometime do this, and while it never levels them up much higher than they would have ranked naturally, it does give them an edge. Making them appear stronger. But smart wolves, your wolves, and I mean all of your wolves, invested more in physical strength. When they were developing, they made the smart decision to grow they physical attributes. Their speed, strength, size, things like that. And while these wolves initially score lower on the rankings. Once trained, they rank up, and can con