Wolf Under Tree Novels & Stories

“Yes, it seems Neil was right, you are being an asshole at the moment.” “Lily, it is not below me right now to pick you up from your collar and dump you outside of my room. Do. NOT. Test. My. Patience.” His wolf growled out, his black eyes turning gold, a sign of his wolf emerging from its slumber, only for his sister’s own black eyes to turn copper, challenging his with a small snarl.

“I’m ready, shoot.” I take a deep breath and get started. “OK so you know how I had to go out in the field today and ended up tagging the rogue?” She nodded. “Well it was right next to the pack and there was a wolf there who was watching the whole thing unfold apparently. I didn’t see him until after it was all done and over with, and by then he had shifted back into a human since he was only wearing basketball shorts.” “Only wearing shorts? And the verdict?”

They sniffed the air, picking up on the distinctive scent of the Quercia and set off behind the buildings and into the nearby small stretches of land still covered in trees, away from human eyes. Feeling the ground beneath him vibrate with the hundreds of varying sources cleared his mind; he homed in on the unmistakable movements of a wolf and sped up. A few yards ahead he spotted the pale, mixed coloring of a pack member and signaled to Gil to get around him. The underling caught wind of them and attempted to throw them off by taking to the alleys, but Gil arrived to cut off the path. Victor dove in on him from behind, aiming for the shoulder with a shallow bite.

Zayn’s POV The wind carried her scent before I ever saw her. It hit me like a slap—a sweet mix of wildflowers and something uniquely hers, sharp and intoxicating, cutting through the forest air. My wolf stirred instantly, growling with a need so necessary it made my chest ache. Mate.

I slowly turned my head until I saw the huge wolf coming toward me, licking its lips. “Ahhh!” I screamed, but the wolf pounced on me, knocking me onto my back. The impact was hard, and I felt some pain in the affected area. The wolf was on top of me, and I couldn’t do anything. It sniffed my neck, ran its tongue along my nape, reaching my chest. With its paw, it tore my shirt, revealing just my bra. I quickly searched for a stake or something to defend myself. I found a stake nearby, but before I could hit the wolf, it gave one last growl and ran off. My chest was heaving rapidly; I thought the people in the lake would hear my scream and come help me, but they didn’t. When I got up as best I

I move closer and see what he's doing. I see he is tracing his fingers over the markings carved in the tree, I instantly realize that a wolf must have died or been killed here by rogues. Whenever a werewolf is close to dying or brutality bruised by rogues they run to the forest and prefer dying close to a specific tree, there is an ancient theory among us that the trees provide calming waves to a dying werewolf which makes the death less painful and when the soul leaves our body it transfers inside the tree and grows with it until the end of time.

She began to fade with the darkness until no trace of her was seen. Lucia jerked away to earth, panting heavily like she had just run a marathon. Strange, she could remember everything she discussed with her mother. In almost all cases, she barely remembered what took place in the dream. That was a sign... The Witch-Wolf is about to be born... "And where are you headed, Jackson?" A voice trailed him as he sauntered through the thick forest after the meeting of his pack in the forest. He felt heavy because like all other times, he had been frustrated, insulted, and used.

I pressed myself against a large tree, holding my breath. There were no other wolves around that I could see—I could only hear them in the distance, howling and laughing and shouting. The prize was ours so long as we worked together. Peering around the tree, I spotted Luca from the other side of the stag. He made a hand signal with two fingers indicating for us to creep up from the flanks. I nodded and dropped to a crouch, carefully picking my way through the underbrush.

Her eyes, once a soft shade of blue, now bore the fiery intensity of an untamed beast. Together, they stood beneath the ancient oak tree, their wolves basking in the moonlight, painting streaks of silver through the darkness. With a shared understanding, they leaped forward, their paws thudding rhythmically against the forest floor. The wind whipped through their fur, caressing their untethered spirits, as they became one with the forest, with the night, with the wild.

She wanted him gone. People starting shifting and Clara didn't want to get left behind. She stepped behind a tree and took her clothes off, before shifting as quickly as she could. Once in wolf form she trotted out and joined the members already running behind their Alpha. Clara loved this part of being a wolf. The feeling of the moonlight on her run, the dash through the trees, it was indescribable bliss. Her head always felt like it was clear since her brain was much more interested in primal instinct.