Wolfe Ranch Novels & Stories

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.

Rollo perked up, waiting for Jack’s answer. “No. Why?” Beta Jack was clearly confused. “On my run today, I ran along the creek. I came upon a wolf. I didn’t recognize the scent and I didn’t recognize the wolf’s eyes when I looked into them. The wolf was a red wolf. She was absolutely beautiful. Her scent was intoxicating. I felt so at peace when I was sitting with her.” I shook my head, realizing that I must sound completely sappy as I talk with Jack.

They had come together to rescue me? “We can have introductions later. First, I think we should decide what to do with the remaining wolves of this rogue pack. And that includes Sno.” “I say we kill that bitch.” Wolfe grunted but my eyes went to Onyx as I took a step to her grabbing her hands and pulling her into a kiss for all to see, making her gasp.

"Thanks for the info. Talk to ya later." Craig immediately started dialing Cole. "Hey, sorry to wake you up. Actually, I need to speak with Karen." He heard the growl and realized he'd made a dumb move and better explain quickly. "The woman who the gray wolf was living with is possibly a friend of hers. We need to figure out a way to keep her from coming home til we're done repairing the house. I was wondering if she could help us out." Craig heard the difference in Cole's tone after the explanation and breathed a sigh of relief. He heard Cole whispering and movement and then a female voice.

paniment, all trips with an overnight stay went in a wide arc from the village. These places were considered dangerous, and the inhabitants of the reservation diligently supported and fed these rumors. Wandering onto the road in the dark, someone random Morgan would have scared him away with a howl, but the closer to the village, the more the wolves of the pack behaved like dogs that had broken their chains - even the alpha hardly restrains their instinct to drive strangers from their territory. then every two months. True, I sent the last letter recently, saying that I would come after the expedition, and my aunt left her handkerchief for me at the local post office. The wolves may not have

As you can imagine, my connection with Vitor was very long, years and years of growing up, sharing people and moments, it was hard to disassociate myself from everything we lived through. - Anna told me that your date is beautiful, have you seen him? - my mother said, snapping me out of my thoughts again. - He's a brute! And a bush animal! - I said grumpily. - And how do you know all this? - she said confused. - I just know, the guy is so weird that he's living in the forest above, do you think that's acceptable? - Wow... really there? Anna told me she has a cabin, but she didn't tell me it was there! - I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did.

The ranch was the closest thing werewolves had to prison, in the entire country. Their criminal activity that didn’t carry a death sentence was very low. Currently, the ranch had twenty men and women worked there and served their time. Most of those there were paying back to the community for crimes where they lost control of their instincts or disobeyed their alpha. Crimes like murder were rare and were what made Ian, Desi, and Balric become so notorious, not that Balric was proud of the fact. Though, only Danielle seemed to enjoy reminding him of his past.

A sprawling den and several other larger rooms and halls led deeper into the mansion. Even the main compound at Wolf Pack Run—which housed all the apartments of the pack’s elite warriors—wasn’t as immaculate as this. The Grey Wolves ran one of the largest ranches in the state of Montana. It was a multimillion-dollar business. But that profit supported well over one hundred Grey Wolf families who made their home at Wolf Pack Run. Not to mention that the pack sent significant income to the subpacks and used funds from that same income as part of their operation costs.

“The members of the Wolf Creek Pack inhabited the entire town. No human has lived here since Alpha Denver took over. The pack reigns over the Helena Mountains and the adjoining ones as well, all the way to Yellowstone and Glacier National Forest. Their territorial boundaries end at the US border. The Waterton Lake Area on the Canadian side was under the Silver Wolves, but recently it was destroyed by a rogue pack. I’m not sure about the details. We have to find out from Alpha Denver.” Cerelia gave Jefferson a disinterested look as if he hadn’t given us any information of use. “Oh, are you sure about the rogue wolves’ attack?” My mind immediately went to the Red Wolves. Had they killed the Wa

We walked into the pack house hand in hand. Today, the pack house is unusually clean. I can only smell flowers and food, not sweat. There's no one inside of the house. Eaton walked us to the backyard again and I could already see the crowd. Everybody is waiting there. The hugeeee backyard is almost full with people. Not everyday that normal werewolves get invited into the pack house. I mean, it's so crowded that I think maybe it's the whole pack right here.