Wolf Winter Novels & Stories

She seemed to be calming down, a bit anyway. "The Wolf Moon was named by the indigenous peoples of this continent hundreds of years ago. They called it that because in the winter they heard the wolf packs howling around their villages. Little did they know the full moon in the darkest part of winter held great power for us." She seemed to forget her fears for the moment as they spoke. Rhys thought maybe it would be best to continue the discussion in private. "Why don't we talk about everything that will happen tomorrow so it won't seem so foreign to you." He held his hand out, waiting for her to take hold.

This time I flew to Russia to check on how the clan of gray and white wolves is doing. Once upon a time, the latter were quite numerous and more developed than the former, but during a fire twenty years ago, almost half of the population died in a flock of whites, including the alpha and his family. It came as a big shock to everyone. No one really could tell anything about what happened, and how it happened. The official version spoke of an accident with fireworks during the holiday, which caused several houses to catch fire at once. The fire was not extinguished in time. The panic began.

Cygnus and Stella immediately stood in front of Lynx, protecting him from the threat. Enne, who was in Lynx's body, could feel the tension mounting. She knew the battle was inevitable. The falling snow was getting heavier, covering the ground with a thick layer of white. The sound of howling wind set the scene for the battle between the two great wolves-Cygnus, the white wolf Altair, and the black wolf Andhara. Their low growls echoed in the cold air, reflecting the tension that was building up.

Fetch. I don’t bother with the door. The window in my quarters is closer to the woods. There’s no discomfort when I shift. For me, it’s not a punishment, it’s a release. It’s like shrugging off a heavy, ill-fitting coat. My wolf is large, much larger than most, with a thick, golden pelt that blends with winter grass and shadow. It’s built for brawling, for endurance, for the brutal, honest cold of the mountains.

The fourteenth day of the journey didn't bring the Frost-Peak. It brought the white-out. The wind had become a solid wall of ice, screaming across the Tundra. Our winter wolves were flagging, their breath freezing into jagged icicles on their muzzles. Killian had spent the last three days shielding me and Lucian with his own body heat, his skin unnaturally hot against the biting gale. "We’re close," Killian shouted over the wind. "The pass is just ahead."

He slumped in his chair as he leaned back. “We’re lucky to be single.” Justice met Tiger’s steady gaze. “Are we? I think Fury would disagree. His Ellie is worth it to him. Their love is true.” “Yeah. You have a point but so do I.” Tiger grinned. “Let’s make a pact. We won’t tell anyone if we ever fall for a woman from the outside. Between humans thinking we’re twisted bastards who brainwash women into being with us and our own kind watching us to see what happens when we are with humans, let’s skip it and keep it on

Zane looked up, and his entire body went rigid. On the roof stood a snow-white wolf three times the size of Hunter. Its eyes were pure blood-red, the hallmark of the legendary Southern Faction Supreme Alpha, the man everyone thought was just a myth. The white wolf didn't attack Hunter or Seth; its terrifying gaze locked directly onto my now-flattened stomach, as if it knew exactly where Aria had been taken.

The fur that adorned my wolf's form was not just any color—it was a pure, pristine white. Whispers rippled through the pack, carried on the wind like a sacred secret revealed. The legend of the white wolf echoed in their murmurs, a tale passed down through generations. It was said that a white wolf possessed a unique power, a healing ability that transcended the bounds of ordinary werewolves. They were believed to be chosen, destined to bring solace and aid to those in need.

Wolf Connor was also one of the toughest sons-of-bitches that Ice had ever known – what the man lacked in formal education, he more than made up for in street smarts, and Ice had come to respect the brain under that mop of permanently-tousled dark hair. Wolf’s wolf-gray eyes bore into Ice now, seeing below the surface, looking all the way into Ice’s soul, and as always, Ice knew that the other man was seeing far more than he was letting on. Wolf’s instincts were definitely primal, and he was rarely wrong when it came to making calls based on human behavior…. and despite knowing all of that, Ice still didn’t trust or support Wolf’s decision to gallivant off to Utah all alone.

He had killed not a stranger, not an enemy—but his own Beta, the wolf who had fought beside him since the beginning. Night fell fully over the mountains, and the cold intensified. The Nuclear Winter had begun its work. Ice spread like a cancer across the trees and rocks, covering prey and shelter alike. The wolves’ stomachs twisted with hunger, and desperation clawed at their minds. Whispers of rebellion simmered in the shadows, but none dared challenge Adrian directly.