Wolfe Ranch Novels & Stories

her eyes met mine, and there was a flash of the stubborn Alice I knew there, "The Snowfall Creek Winter Festival. A week of events in January, with workshops, live music, themed dinners. Something to generate cash flow *now* and bookings for the entire year." Rosa leaned forward, picking up the logo sketches. One was a stylized snowflake intertwined with the silhouette of a horse. "Oh, my God, it's beautiful," she whispered, moved. "It looks… it looks like us." "It's meant to," Alice said softly. "I'm not inventing anything. I'm just showing the world what's already here." That phrase hit me square in the chest. *What's already here.* Everything my father and grandfather built. Everything I

Aunt Rhianna looked seriously confused. I looked at her incredulously and then looked at Selana. “You have to be joking right? Of course, this place is full of wolves. You had to know that.” Selana finally seemed to come to some realization, “Well yes, the Canadians did make this a national park, so it makes sense that the wolves would congregate here. But honestly, I would have thought with Mr. Bodolf having such a successful cattle business he would have cleared the beasts off by now. He clearly has the manpower for it.”

She didn’t know a lot about horses, she was a quick study though, and if it would make them happy for her to do this then she’d learn all she could, and she would live there for them. Hunter said “The ranch is called Wild Creek Ranch, until recently it has been used for horse breeding and racing. You can make it operational again, or you can leave it be. It is completely up to you.” Angel found herself nodding as she once again read over the material presented to her. She would do some research see what she could learn and decide.

Veron asked curiously, "Where?" "The ranch," Bowen answered with a smile. Veron was stunned. "Isn't that where you breed cattle and goats? What's fun about that place?" Bowen smiled mysteriously. "You'll know it when you get there." He dragged Veron out with him. Half an hour later, they arrived at the ranch. The ranch was in the southwest direction of the Raksasa tribe. It occupied a few hundred miles of land with luscious water and plants. When Natalie decided to settle Raksasa Tribe at that place, she planned to use the plot of land as the ranch to breed war horses.

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.

His touch was gentle, yet the memory of those same fingers inside me made my breath hitch. "Last night was the truth, Lena. Everything else is the theater." The Wolfe Estate was less of a home and more of a monument to ego. It was a massive, sprawling mansion of gray stone and black iron, perched on a cliff overlooking the Hudson River. As the car pulled up the gravel driveway, I saw the "families", the board members, the old-money titans, and the women who looked like they were made of porcelain and venom. Martha Wolfe was standing on the grand staircase, a queen receiving her subjects. She was wearing deep burgundy, the color of dried blood.

My wolf ! Noooooo !

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.

she yelled raising her hands hysterically. "How did you know about that?" she questioned. "I have my ways," he replied as he positioned himself well facing the crowd as they watched the next match which took place in the ring between two women. Zach was carried out unconscious by the wolf's clan healer, who was a woman in her late fifties. "I won't put it past you to send your watchdog to spy on me." she scoffed as she pointed at kyle who pretended to have an ongoing conversation with the female who stood beside him.

The larger we all grew, the less room the rogues had. I kept Lana curled up against my side as everyone settled into the cars, but she happily kept her hold on me as we pulled away from the house for what I hoped was the last time. I was ready to take her home, to give her a real house where she would be safe. Several pairs of feral wolves lined the road, watching us as we started moving. Their lean bodies and patchy fur showed just how hard they had to fight every day when living as a rogue. The scars that decorated them were worn with pride that they had survived.