Wolfe Ranch Novels & Stories

There may be aliens, but I didn’t smell any shifters. I only know one wolf in New Mexico and he’s a loner. No pack, totally off the grid. So off the grid, he doesn’t have a phone—landline or cell. It’s been years since I’ve seen him. Hell, I don’t even know if he’s still around, but I figure if any of the weird shit that went down with the Data-X guys— any government testing on shifters or disappearances happened in his state, he’d know. So I’ve come up to the one place I know he always goes in summer—the Taos and Red River area for fishing.

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.

Caius asked, making small talk. “Tristan, Rex, and Kit had business with another pack. To help save the Omega, this wolf almost killed.” Rixa pointed at Brody. “Wow, hostel much?” Brody exclaimed. “It’s a rough world.” Rixa laughed.

Twelve members of the Wolfe family, wiped out in a single night. Raven traced her father's name with her fingertips. The granite was cold beneath her touch, rougher than it looked, worn smooth by years of rain and wind and the grief of a woman who refused to forget. She had been coming here for eight years. Every month. Sometimes more often. She had missed birthdays and anniversaries and holidays, but she had never missed a visit to this hill.

But the chatter was useful: a brief insight into the life of the pack and at the same time an instruction for the stupid girl not to try to escape. “Practically the entire Lake Valley is our pack, eighty percent. Twenty more are people who work here. But within a radius of ten kilometers, only wolves, - Elya explained with pressure. “I already understood that it was useless to run away,” Lilya kicked a large bump with her foot. - Yes, I'm not talking about that, although ... - I understand. How do you stay in one place for so long? “Oh, oh, it’s so easy. Ten or fifteen years is quite possible to be in public. Now it's Leo, Mitya and me, but soon Mom and Aru will have to take care of business

feeling. I'm beginning to panic. I can't wrap my mind around how I could be a wolf! How is this possible? I ask myself out loud as I'm pacing the yard. I feel that same feeling; my eyes are burning, my heart is beating fast, and my fingers are hurting this time more than the first time, causing me to scream so loud that my sisters come running outside. I'm now at my knees, holding my eyes shut and my hands in the pockets of my hoodie. They get to my side asking what's wrong, trying to help me up in trying to hide what's happening to me, but the pain is so intense I can't fight it monaye grabs my left hand out of my pocket when I fall over in intense pain she looks at my hand and drops it qu

But it must be just a rumor, of course. No one would be foolish enough to kill one of them, least of all the Wolf King. The clans learned very early on that killing a wolf is no easy task — he pauses thoughtfully, rubbing his shaggy beard. — They are very organized, they take orders and go ahead, while these idiots from Agreis are killing each other over a handful of dirt. With a somewhat uncoordinated jump, the man enters the boat and uses the oar to propel himself through the water.

We can either ride the shuttles, arrange our own car service, or car pool with those who drove their vehicles here. The ranch is huge, with state-of-the-art facilities built especially for wolf-blood events. It has a basketball court, tennis court, swimming pool, and acres of open land. Perfect for wolf runs. It even has a small man-made lake, complete with paddle boats. There’s also a decent size pond with a small walkway bridge. We have to sit through lectures in the mornings, go for lunch, and do some sort of team building workshops in the afternoons. Fridays are rest days, but we are mandated to go to the bonfire and wolf runs at night. We can spend the weekends however we want as long a

Wolf. "Of course!" Rain grins. "Westlake is famous for its killer wolves! Ha ha!" Rain laughed exasperatedly as she brushed her damp hair. The wolves circled, surrounded her, and cut off the escape route. Low growls roared from their chests. According to a brochure Rain had read at the station recently while waiting for the train, and wolves are considered sacred in Westlake. "Maybe they sensed my presence," thought Rain. "A lost girl or maybe they smell good food!" Rain is restless with her satire.

What I see takes my breath away. The Wolfgang pack compound looks like someone took a modern town and built it in the middle of the woods. Children laugh and chase each other around a playground that could rival any public park I’ve seen in the city, while cable lines stretch between buildings, carrying cargo back and forth with efficiency. Rows of houses line neat streets, each equipped with security systems that look more advanced than anything in downtown Dallas. In the center of it all stands a magnificent granite fountain featuring a massive wolf statue that bears a striking resemblance to Jaxon's dark wolf.