Wolfe Ranch Novels & Stories

“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.

"For a few minutes there I thought I was being called into the principal's office." "Not at all." Dean took another swallow of coffee. "But there're a couple of things you need to be aware of. It's about to get a little more exciting around here." "Okay." Jack nodded his head. Dean picked up a flyer from his desk and handed it over. Jack lifted an eyebrow. "Rodeo?" "Uh huh." Dean nodded. "Randy Warren at the Flying W holds one every year. Raises money for the youth ranch on the west side of the county."

He was firm in all things, from his home life to his business dealings. The Red River Pack had been successful in blending in in small town, rural Wyoming because of Alpha Michael. He worked hard to be sure his pack had many sources of income. This way they could stay hidden. There was a small werewolf run town near their land, but their main source was their lucrative cattle and horse trade. Yeah, I know, wolves dealing with horses and cattle is against nature, but Alpha Michael not only used it to make connections with the human familiars around his land, but it also allowed him to keep an eye on any packs in the area. The Red River Cattle Company managed thousands of head of cattle on hu

There wasn't time to think, only time for pure animal terror and the instinct that came riding in behind it, and she threw her hand up in front of her like that alone could stop several hundred pounds of teeth and muscle from closing the distance. It did. A pulse of raw, silver-white force tore out of her palm and hit the wolf mid-leap, sending it tumbling backward through the air in a violent arc that ended with it crashing through the fence and skidding across the neighbor's yard in a spray of splintered wood. The backyard went completely silent. Even the fighting from inside the house seemed to pause, just for a heartbeat, like the whole world had needed a second to catch up with what had

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"

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.