Wolf Ties Novels & Stories

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

Elias’s eyes shifted briefly toward the windows again before he answered, “Carter wolves.” The name landed hard enough that Takoda went completely still. Not visibly aggressive…controlled, like all the anger pulled inward instead of outward. Harmony looked between them slowly. “I’m sorry...wolves as in actual wolves, or rich family nickname wolves?” Elias finally looked at her. The corner of his mouth twitched faintly for the first time all night. “Both,” he answered.

I couldn’t remember where I’d smelled it before, but it was definitely someone I knew. I saw two wolves with their hands tied behind their backs accompanied by two or our guards. Shifting and quickly dressing, I jogged over to where they were sitting. “Tobias....” I growled, leaning down and grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. He was barely recognizable, his face badly beaten and swollen. The she-wolf next to him looked less injured, but not by a lot. “Wyatt....” he choked out, but I lifted him up by his neck, cutting off whatever was coming out next.

Witches are powerful, but they are not all-powerful. Valeria managed to secure a peace treaty with the wolves, and for several years, wolves and witches were good allies. The entire community was satisfied with this arrangement, and their lives had been peaceful. Even when there were rogue attacks, the joint border defense of the witches and the Stormhowl wolves prevented anyone from harming them, and all community and pack members could live their lives in peace. Both communities interacted freely, and there were even pairs of wolves and witches. Even Fiona found herself a likable wolf, although her belief in wolves hadn't been restored, she knew Dion wasn't like the others.

Wolves don’t usually patrol much in a storm. I gather all of my troops that I brought with me and I separate them into four groups. I am sending them to the four corners of the pack territory to see if my scouts can find some kind of clue to help us find her. Sean and his group of warriors were patrolling their section of pack territory and he noticed that there were lights on in the old LeBlanc house which he found odd because he couldn’t remember anyone ever living there.

I slowly sat down on the ground even though it was hard. The black wolf attacked Reginald, he move backward to avoid the attacked, they’re running from the distance and for an instance Reginald attacked the black wolf using his talons from his paws. Uncounted attacked that he made and he bite the enemy to the neck. Wanted to get rid of the black wolf from him but Reginald was stronger he didn't give the enemy a chance to retaliate until the black wolf gradually lost consciousness and the black wolf bathing on his own blood to the ground. It looks like his head will be detached to his neck.

I struggled to my feet, panicked. Behind her, more wolves appeared, as if she commanded them. They all howled at once to the moon, a deep, piercing chorus that made my heart seize. I scanned desperately for Martin, praying he was near. Then I saw him—a wolf with pitch-black fur and golden-brown eyes. Relief flickered, but then reality crushed it. He stood among Tara’s pack, making no move to come to me. His gaze passed over me as though I were a stranger. Tears burned my cheeks, streaming so fast and hard I feared my skin would hold the marks forever.

“Uh, yeah, sure. We’ll go with that. I’ve met a wolf. Before you say anything, he’s not a Vagas wolf. He’s a member of the new Twilight Wolves. They are a satellite pack of the McDonnell Pack. They aren’t connected to the old treaties, and their alpha just refused to sign a nonaggression treaty with the Vagas. Technically, they aren’t bound by the old treaties yet. They are technically not at peace with the Vagas Pack. Now here’s where it gets complicated. The Alpha took a wolf who was being harmed by the Vagas Pack from them and he intends to mate with her. Is she still a Vagas Wolf? If she is and she mates with the Twilight Alpha, do they fall under the old treaties then? Or does she escap

Dove mumbled, embarrassed by revealing so much. “I know that Animikii has sent 3 wolves to retrieve me without fail. His mate, Moon, who is just as twisted as Animikii, being only a couple hundred years younger than him. She’s blind, but sees everything. When you fight her, never leave an opening for her Tidal Sense aura to suck you in, show you your deepest wish, slit your throat, and watch the light leave your eyes.” Troy growled, not wanting to turn on his sister, but if he did it this way, she may still draw breath. “The second?” Dove urged.

I want to know what they planned to do,’ I growl. “Then, my love, I think it’s time for our wolves to play a little tug of war.” He purrs the words but his underlying tone is all menace. Since his back is to us, Fallon grabs the wolf's flank. The moment his head turns to snap at her, Tyrus latches on to his shoulder. ‘Mine,’ Tyrus growls playfully, tugging on his end of the wolf. ‘Mine,’ Fallon growls back, tugging on her end.