Wolfe Ranch Novels & Stories

the mage raised an eyebrow, turning to the Russian. - I did it, I did it. But I won't hesitate to listen again. Preferably with more details than before. For example, you didn't tell me anything about the Wolf's Ruby, and this tsatska, apparently, occupies not the last place in the dispute between wolves and people. Conrad's dark eyes did not reflect surprise, but the look became somehow distant and menacing, as if he was already considering how to get rid of the overly curious and knowledgeable.

“Well it’s been 12 years since you wore one of those. It is a special occasion. Let’s get going.” Gareth brought the plates up the counter in the dining room. Or, the cafeteria-like room we have in the pack house that runs 24/7 to keep a little over 2200 wolves fed at any given point in the day. The slate floor was of bluish tones, and cool to the touch. About two-thirds of the circular room was a giant panoramic window set up, looking out over the suburban housing meets lord of the rings house we have built everywhere.

"And I want a front-row seat to the wreckage. I’m serious, Rhea. If he’s as well-hung as those elite Wolfe genes suggest, I want to hear every detail of him pounding you into those expensive Persian rugs." "Get out! You’re a menace, Charlotte. My ten minutes are up." "I’m leaving! But think about it—the 'Wolf Whisperer' finally getting tamed by the biggest beast in Blackport. It’s poetic! Unless he has a tiny knot. That would be a tragedy." "Go away! I’m here to save a pup’s hockey career, not measure the Alpha’s equipment." "Good luck with the multitasking! But seriously, Rhea... be careful. I did some digging while you were out. There are rumors that Don Alejandro Wolfe didn't just build a

That was when he decided to bring more people on and they came together to create the tranquilizers. I had one of those tranquilizers ready and waiting to be used if only I could get this guy to go a different way. No such luck. He basically ran straight to the wolf hiding in wait for him to get close enough into the territory. Fuck, there goes my chance. I could see the wolf's eyes in the bushes and I’m shocked the rogue didn’t notice him, especially with their heightened senses. I stopped my bike to watch and that caused the rogue to get distracted just enough for the pack wolf to attack and take him down. It was over quickly. The rogue was no match. Once he came out completely I recognize

"I am trying to think of the best way to say this...you are home." "What?" Clara felt her nerves rise. "You're a member of the pack, we all live here. Let me give you a tour." He started towards her and Clara raised her arms, taking a step back. "Live here? Where is here? Who is this pack?" "We're in the mountains, about fifty miles outside of Laramie, no other town is closer. The pack is all wolves, we live and work together, and are for the most part self-sufficient. We are a larger pack, numbering eighty-two now that you've joined us."

"Doesn't seem too bad here, this is only one of four packs that I haven't visited before." Jake sat at the edge of the bed, his hand running through his dark red hair. "It's quite a small pack." He established which was a correct statement. The pack was small and located in a very rural part of Texas. "It is. It's a pack of around 60 wolves, it's the territory that my mother was raised in. My mother had met my father when he visited this pack with Alpha Reed. My mom had left with them, traveling to Blood Walker's territory. Within a year of their relationship, she had found out that she was pregnant with me.

Cat It’s our typical Monday morning on Wolfe Ranch twenty miles outside of Baker, Montana. Baker is a small town of about two thousand people but is widely known in the world. This sleepy little town had more going for it than just the cattle industry. There were other things around here to enjoy. There are three packs of werewolves that surround my property of three hundred acres. There’s one pack to the east, one to the west and one just north of us, leaving the south open to who knows what.

He was very concerned about me and wanted to hear from Eli at least twice a day to know where we were and ensure we hadn’t entered into any pack territories or been captured. That was harder while we were in the Rockies. Much like the Appalachian Mountains back home, the Rockies are a great place for wolf packs to live without too much interaction with humans. But we pretty much stayed on the buses and kept to ourselves. Now we’re in the middle of Texas, headed back home. At least I hope we are.

She stood still, trying to resist the force but it overwhelmed her and forced her to the ground. "Arrrhh!" She roared as she changed into a Witch-Wolf, as huge as a bear. She jumped around with force, sniffing around her. Some men were sitting at a corner, drinking from some bottles on the floor. They were speaking gibberish as they nodded their head from left to right in rhythm to music playing from a Small stereo. "What is that thing by the corner of the road?" One of them asked with squinting eyes, pointing at a creature by the road.

“It’s… complicated.” “Complicated means hot,” she says, eyes sparkling. “It’s Damien Wolfe,” I mutter. Maya gasps so hard I’m afraid she might choke. “Mr. Penthouse?! Mr. Tall, dark, ruined-your-womb-with-a-glance Damien Wolfe?!” I groan. “You make it sound worse.” She grabs a pillow and clutches it dramatically. “Girl, you are playing with the kind of fire that burns souls. That man is a volcano in a suit.”