Wolfe Ranch Novels & Stories

Then: “Man’s a fool. Some women you don’t cheat on. You worship.” The words landed like a match on dry grass. Thelma’s cheeks burned. She pressed her forehead against his shoulder blade without thinking. He didn’t pull away. They crested the hill and there it was: Rivers Ranch. A sprawling wooden house with a wraparound porch, red barn gleaming in the sun, white fences enclosing green pastures dotted with horses. Two men were on the porch, one older, silver at the temples, the other younger with the same dark hair as Nath.

KNOX The Cascade facility was three hours east of Seattle in a valley that the highway maps didn't bother naming. Pack-owned since 1987, maintained by a rotating crew of six, large enough to host forty wolves comfortably and the better part of a hundred if everyone was willing to renegotiate their personal space.

She hadn’t expected him to show up unannounced or to arrive with the whole ranch hands. “They are my men,” Kendra answers through the link. “Right,” Jake mumbles, not understanding how the older woman beside him could have men that are humans, but he could never put anything past the brunette. “So what do we do?” He asks, giving the humans a wry look. “You can see them right?” The ranch hand close to Tyler whisper asked, his voice tinged with fear as he stares at the so many huge wolves standing at the edge of the forest. “I am not high on drugs right now. There are actual wolves before us.”

She wriggles in excitement, her movement on my lap making my dick a little… er… excited, too. “Oh my gosh, again?!” “Every Saturday,” Brent remarks, bringing his mug to his lips. “So Astrid, when are the next group of wolves from Denver expected to arrive?” Jared asks casually, leaning back onto the counter again. She swallows down a sip of coffee and sets her mug back on the island. “Tomorrow, actually!” she replies excitedly. “They’re going to Westfield… who has that territory, again?” “Alpha Damian,” I supply as I take another drink of my coffee. “Jax’s dad.”

I rub my hands together on the edge of the bed, “Well? Bad news I take it?” “Wolfe never came back up from the river…And it’s full of gators, he was badly injured on the way down. He’s presumed to have not made it…” River chokes on the words, “…The… The pack is searching the riverbanks for his body. As for the rogue, he turned up downstream and the twins were waiting for him. Hollis made the lethal blow to his neck, but Bale’s body was also lost to the river. It’s unlikely the pack will recover their bodies, but we aren’t about to give up the search just yet.”

“I’m good. Just call me if you spot her, okay?” She turned to leave, weaving between tables that smelled of spilled beer and pine cleaner. Their little town, No Wolves Road, sat tucked in a valley like a secret somebody forgot to keep. Humans lived here, raised families here, ran the shops and the bar and the diner. But it rested on the edge of half a dozen pack territories, and because of some ancient agreement nobody talked about anymore, the wolves were allowed to come and go—as long as they kept the peace inside the town limits.

They had work, and I had been running these mountains my entire life. I was home from college, and they knew I needed to let my wolf out for a while. Our house was on the edge of our Pack lands and west of Salmon, Idaho. The Frank Church-River of No Return Wilderness Area was a short run away, and beyond that was the biggest remaining roadless area in the Lower 48. The name originated when Lewis and Clark tried to take the Salmon River west. They couldn't get past the rapids and couldn't paddle back upstream either. It's a pack hunting ground for us. Now that grey wolves have protection, we can run without being in danger of a rancher shooting us on sight. There are mule deer, antelope, and

She was sure it was apologizing to her for startling her. “Josh! Get to the truck now. I’m sorry, miss, he hates to be cooped up and can’t wait to get to work.” A ranger came out of the doorway next and reacted quickly to ensure Grace didn’t fall off the porch stairs. “Work? That’s a wolf, isn’t it?” Grace could swear that was a wolf and twice the size of a normal one. “Josh, hold up. Sorry, we’ve bred a special breed of our own and early on, they added a few wolves to the mix. We use them for search and rescue, mostly. Can I help you with anything? The park is closed until further notice.”

"For the older generation, this means nothing to you. However, we have many new members who aren't familiar with their wolves yet. Thus, they've never experienced a full moon, which makes them a threat to all of us." "Do we kill when we lose control?" Someone shouted out from the crowd. Axil nodded gravely. "You'd do anything once your emotions are heightened to their peak. It's hard for you to differentiate between foe and friends." "So, what do we do?" "We'll need to find somewhere that could hold a thousand raging wolves...." Axil trailed off as his eyes clouded in contemplation. “Is there any place that anyone knows that could barricade wolves? It must be a concrete building with thick w

2 mouths later Chilli POV The winter pack house is now finally looking better than ever, with its fresh paint and new fixtures. You wouldn't think only a matter of a month or so ago it was in almost ruins but now it looks exactly how it did before, just fresher, cleaner and like new. The East pack house is also all fixed up and operational once again, it's members are incredibly greatful to be able to get back to normal and go home, even the crane family library of records is coming together. Thankfully that family were so passionate and protective of our history, that a copy of every book was stashed secretly away, incase someone wanted to abolish the already writen word and rewrite our his