Wolf Sanctuary Hotel Novels & Stories

Without thinking about his actions he held her hand tight and pulled her to his chest, hugging her tight as she finally cried. “Do- Domi-nic Hale’s grandfather was a hunter.” Skye started while hiccupping and sobbing, whilst clutching onto the Alpha and Hakan felt his whole body freeze and his blood run cold when he heard the words following her sentence, “a Legacy Wolf hunter.”

For some reason I didn’t think of timber wolves when I thought of West Virginia, but when I Googled it, I discovered they were listed as one of two breeds of wolves in the region. Gray flags decorating stores and homes let us know whose territory we entered. Sexton was around the same size as Colt and a rugby town. We went straight to the hotel. Joel waited outside the bus and entered the lobby with me. We stood at the back of the pack waiting for everyone else to check in first. Two clerks opened up and we were able to check in and get our rooms at the same time.

Silverroot wasn’t built for performance, but today—just this once—I let it become a stage. Logan remained half a step behind me. Protective. He felt… present. He let me lead, and that might have been the most shocking part of all. “This sanctuary provides recovery programs for wolves with fractured or dormant shifts,” I said clearly, my voice cutting through the murmurs of reporter, demanding attention. “There is no cure for dormancy. But there is healing. Acceptance. And I believe that deserves attention.” Someone lifted a mic. “Miss Blackwood—do you still consider yourself a candidate for Luna status despite your condition?”

It's not particularly a long drive and soon we arrive at the second hotel Caspian talked about. The hotel is better than last night’s motel. Classier. Bigger. The lobby is sleek, polished marble gleaming under the chandelier’s glow. It's more Caspian's speed, although it's nothing in luxury compared to the pack house at Goldencrest. It's just an upgrade from the motel. True to his words, there are more wolves than humans here. In fact, the only humans in sight are female escorts, drunken with liquor and solely at the mercy of the irresponsible wolves by their side.

A huge snow white wolf with scraps of black gold and red cloth hung off of him dropped a few yards away from the Packs. "Tristan!" Shunee screamed and sprinted to him instantly glowing casting an orb of protection over the injured Royal. "MATE!" Rex’s wolf bounded to his side, but bounced off Shunee's orb. Not liking being kept apart from Tristan even for healing, so he paced a circle around him and the beta, waiting for his mate to wake up. The other wolves ran ahead and chased down the Rogues that followed Tristan back to the Pack and questioned them in the Council lock down.

"Yes that will be great." I went out of the elevator and get the keys inside my purse. It's not common that we get wolves staying in out hotel even if they often visit the City, that's why I am always informed if they are staying as guest in my hotel. I took a deep breath in and out at least they are not from the Langston Palace.

The pregnant woman was being carried away while Talitha was stopped by security. "Miss, the Wolf Group doesn't welcome you! Please leave right now!" "What? Leave? I have already booked a room. I am your guest. What right do you have to let me leave?" She was furious. "We refuse to check-in for people with no morals. You slapped a pregnant woman! You have no morals and ethics, so you don't deserve to live in our hotel." "What? Do you know who I am?"

“No. She literally knows me and maybe a couple clients from Maryland. Other than that, there is no one.” I nod my head and get to work, starting with the closest hotel, the Wolf Point Lodge. It’s really disturbing how easy it is to hack their computers. I make a mental note to never stay there if I want to keep my credit card accounts in good standing. Wolf Point is a small town, but we get visitors from larger cities all the time that could hack their system even quicker than I did. I go over the list of names in the hotels occupied rooms, but I don’t see Willow’s name on the registry anywhere. Pete leaned over my shoulder to look at my screen.

Do not think the weird wolf-obsessed rich guy is cute. “I see,” Mrs. Hawthorne sighed heavily. Then she turned toward me. “We do have wolves named Duke and Maximus,” she explained smoothly. “No, they aren’t pets or hybrids or whatever nonsense my son invented. We operate something closer to a conservation sanctuary. Our land is protected, and the wolves are rare.” “Oh,” I said immediately. “So like wildlife conservation?” She nodded. “Yes. And we keep it very private. You may occasionally see or hear things while working here that aren’t public knowledge.”