Wolfe Ranch Novels & Stories

“So where does Alfred live?” She held up two fingers. “Two places. One’s in Portland, probably to keep closer ties to his pack in the surrounding area, and a place south of that—well, he had a place at Cottage Grove near the Row River where he initially had his cattle ranch. The river was named Row for the quarrel two men had over sheep and cattle-grazing rights. Knowing the way Alfred is and his great-grandfather’s legend, I wouldn’t be surprised to learn he was the man who killed the other rancher. But he’s moved his ranch closer to Portland, near the Willamette River by Salem. That’s an hoursouth.” Caleb shook his head. “So, Ross is probably at the meat packing plant, running things. And

This omega here, and I can just tell she is an omega, is gonna drive me to my death. I stopped responding to avoid giving myself a headache. The drive to the farm was an hour away and it was peaceful. Apparently, time slows when she talks, and quickens when she’s quiet. We arrived before I could fully realize it. The crunch of the tires against the empty road signaled our arrival as the truck turned onto the dirt path leading to the ranch. The sun was sinking low, spilling streaks of orange and gold across the horizon, making the land glow like it belonged to another world entirely. Acres of open fields stretched out, framed by dense trees where the occasional movement of wolves caught my ey

She looks up when she hears me coming and doesn't say anything, just moves over on the step to make room. I sit. For a while we just watch the compound move through its morning—wolves crossing from the cabins to the main building, Knox directing something near the training yard, the distant sound of Phoenix's keyboard through an open window. It's a real place now, this compound. It took me a while to see it. The first time Jolie brought me here I saw outlaw infrastructure and chaos held together by Ryder Kane's reputation. Now I see what she was already seeing then: a pack. Messy, unconventional, scarred, and real.

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.

There are only five packs that are still active in the United States, and all of the Alphas have come to an agreement that they will not engage in any activity that might bring unwanted attention to the double-natured. Where exactly does your wolf group call its abode? "Jackson, Mbulachieve." "Jackson, Mbulachieve." He mused, "There should be more open space." Yellowstone National Park and the National Elk Refuge both offer excellent opportunities for hunting. Gwen nodded. "So, do you enjoy living on your own, apart from the rest of the crowd?" "Almost certainly more than I ought to." She chewed on the corner of her lower lip. "When I go back to work, I'm going to miss having all of my freed

he thought, “anything other than a wolf and a vampire.” “I will have to test the strength of this creature that I am now,” he told himself. “If it turns out to be as dangerous as they say, then I'll take advantage of it to get revenge.” He took another deep breath and then got into the shower. Roy and Norma quickly found out how much real estate the Ranlone family owned. To his surprise they had many, most of them inherited from previous generations. Fortunately they only had one cabin in the woods, located ninety minutes from Cooperstown, near Bly and Bearpen Mountains. They arrived almost at the end of the afternoon, so they had to hurry to check it out. They almost confuse it with Bearpen

She sat across from him, gauging his mood. He wolfed down his foot then sat back with a cup of coffee. "I have news." "Oh?" "Yes." She waited. She couldn't imagine what he would have news about. He rarely shared pack business with her. "There's an Alpha Council. Two weeks in Wolfington." Wolfington was a resort for wolves. A spa, pools, hot springs. Lucien would have a good time. "Okay." "I need an assistant, plus everyone is bringing their Lunas. It would look odd if I didn't bring you."

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.”

I asked Jenny, as if she would know and surprisingly, she did. “Canyon Ridge is the closest Covent I know of, but the last time I checked no wolves were able to make it into the town. It was protected by a spell that didn’t let our kind in.” Jenny told me but that wasn’t going to stop me. If Willow needed a witch doctor, she was going to get one.