Romans & histoires Wolf Sanctuary Hotel

"How is the condition?" I asked moments after I'd brought her into the private suite of Pack Yellowstone's hospital. This hospital is a 3 story building located on the outskirts of Portland, from the outside this building looks like a private apartment but inside is the hospital owned by Pack which I lead. With a membership of nearly two hundred werewolves we have our own public facilities in our remote little town as it is almost an hour away by car to the nearest human city. Around our territory there are only a few farms, plantations, and forests in Black Valley National Park. Of course a few tourists pass through our town every now and then, but as long as we can hide our werewolf forms

"How is the condition?" I asked moments after I'd brought her into the private suite of Pack Yellowstone's hospital. This hospital is a 3 story building located on the outskirts of Portland, from the outside this building looks like a private apartment but inside is the hospital owned by Pack which I lead. With a membership of nearly two hundred werewolves we have our own public facilities in our remote little town as it is almost an hour away by car to the nearest human city. Around our territory there are only a few farms, plantations, and forests in Black Valley National Park. Of course a few tourists pass through our town every now and then, but as long as we can hide our werewolf forms

Cat It’s our typical Monday morning on Wolfe Ranch twenty miles outside of Baker, Montana. Baker is a small town of about two thousand people but is widely known in the world. This sleepy little town had more going for it than just the cattle industry. There were other things around here to enjoy. There are three packs of werewolves that surround my property of three hundred acres. There’s one pack to the east, one to the west and one just north of us, leaving the south open to who knows what.

Holographic displays above each station showcase the day’s offerings, and the aroma of roasted meats, fresh vegetables, and herbal teas permeates the air, drawing wolves in from their training sessions. Beyond The Elysium lies the expansive training ground known as The Crucible. Spanning several acres, this area is a marvel of engineering, featuring a diverse landscape that includes obstacle courses, combat arenas, and various terrains for tactical drills. The ground is equipped with advanced training technologies, including augmented reality grids that simulate battlefield scenarios, allowing each wolf to hone their skills in a controlled environment.

“Do not let your guard down for a second. Link me if you hear her moving around, or if she opens the door.” “Yes, Alpha,” they say, and I make my way to the forest behind the hotel. There’s a reason most packs stay at this hotel. They don’t have to make it fancy because there’s a big open forest right behind it that the hotel owns. I looked into it once and it’s owned by a wolf pack, which makes sense and is smart. It’s probably how they fund their pack. The pack that owns the hotel is wealthy, but not as wealthy as we are in the north.

A dangerous smile lit up in Alexander lips while hearing his report. "Great! And what were the White Wolf's Clan response to the cryptic photographs?" "They were shocked, once again to the attack we've done in the L.A headquarter that resulted to emergency Clan Meeting. They came to their initial conclusion that we're targeting the White House and the Washington D.C. Meanwhile, all of our forces in Washington was prepared to engage in war. The explosive devices as well as our military aircraft." Alexander finally smirked, fully satisfied with Sam report.

After he laid her on the back seat he made a call to Dylan and Oscar asking them to meet him at his home and prepare the white room for a guest. The white room was used to place feral wolves. Sometimes after losing a mate or being injured in battle, a wolf would turn feral and need a safe place to work through the pain. So the pack had a padded room installed under the packhouse next to the infirmary. Aaron didn't know what caused this she-wolf to collapse, but wolves were not normally seen in daylight on the public banks of the Flint River. Whoever she was, she might need some help.

I picked up my phone and called Javier. “Sage,” he said with relief. “I was beginning to worry.” “I am fine, Javier,” I replied. “How is the Sanctuary?” “Safer than ever before, we got five more intakes this week, all teenage girls,” Javier reported with pride. We had forty-five werewolves in total. It was good to hear and I wished I was there again. “I tried to save one some hours ago,” I told Javier. “She was young and hurt but she was also angry and distrustful.”

I closed my eyes and envisioned dancing with Carson alone in our suite. After our dance, I was pulled into a receiving line with our Alpha, Luna, Beta and my parents. The evening was nearly over. As we were saying goodbyes to guests, I overheard a woman I didn't know say to her companion. "How would we even know if they were lying about her wolf being injured? Maybe they didn't want to be embarrassed admitting she doesn't have a wolf? Not all their females are shewolves."

I would get my wolf any abilities I might have and be stronger than before. Mum gave me a sad smile as the village came into view. The place was quiet, probably given the time of night we were here. I took her hand, pulling her along until we found the only hotel in the place. Luckily for us, they had 24hour reception. ‘One room please,’ I said to the half-asleep receptionist behind the desk. His body jolted as I spoke, not realising that people were actually here in this ghost town. ‘How many nights will you be staying for?’ he asked. I looked at Mum. we were both so tired, but I knew we needed to keep moving. We were still too close.