Wolfe Ranch Novels & Stories

Because I need to know what I am planning for. He looks at me steadily. You are the person I am choosing, he says. That is what this is. Everything else is detailed. My phone buzzes on the bed. A message from Dara. Wolfe just crossed into a neutral territory two hours from here. He is not alone. And he is not moving toward Ashen Pack land. He is moving toward us.

, the infirmary and Rolph's meth and coke lab which even grandfather didn't know existed. Right now, Derrick wasn't so sure if they still had secrets to keep. He was going to talk to Rolph about moving things around once things settles down a bit. As he stepped into the second elevator, he took a second look at the men. Tonight, after they take off for Marfa, these men will return to Texas. They don't need them at the ranch. The security at the ranch was so capable, it could rival the total number of soldiers in the famous Marfa's army barrack.

He didn’t make a move to pick up the scattered papers, and neither did I. Who the fuck did he think he was? “I am not interested. Besides, Wolf Creek is a protected area, part of the reservation, and we have lived there for five generations. So, take your presentation, Mr. Lyon, and shove it!” I’ve heard enough. Joel and I turned to leave, but Lyon’s bulldogs blocked the entrance.

Not just breaking it in half, but breaking it so badly that the fucking bones were sticking out of my skin. let me tell you... that right there it wasn’t a pretty sight to see and it was even worse to feel! The worst of all about this whole Goddamn mess… was that it hadn’t even had to end the way it did for me. Why I was right here, right now, was just the sickest form of Karma known to exist. Because this ranch that I was living on right now, it wasn’t just a ranch that held quality horses being used for breeding programs, selling off their foals to the highest bidder, and because of that, being able to feed a home that occupied 5 people and still had enough money left to save at the end of

He told me recently by message that he is looking to sell off a large parcel and if I knew anyone who would consider it. Well, I didn’t have to think twice. Wyoming is stunning with mountains for days. Beautiful sunrises and sunsets. I told him I would buy it and go my lawyer onto it straight away. It’s not some place I can retire to but the cabin has lost its appeal to me now, after all that happened. Wyoming is far, far away from the likes of Alexei and his rogue pack. There is also, not that Jackson knows, a couple of wolf packs out that way that Roxy and I can mingle in with if they have us, during our stays in Wyoming. It will be a good life and who knows, maybe one day we will retire t

There may be aliens, but I didn’t smell any shifters. I only know one wolf in New Mexico and he’s a loner. No pack, totally off the grid. So off the grid, he doesn’t have a phone—landline or cell. It’s been years since I’ve seen him. Hell, I don’t even know if he’s still around, but I figure if any of the weird shit that went down with the Data-X guys— any government testing on shifters or disappearances happened in his state, he’d know. So I’ve come up to the one place I know he always goes in summer—the Taos and Red River area for fishing.

"Okay well, first off, from what I remember there's the waterpark, and the outdoor pool. Waterpark had water slide's and rides, and a kid castle water thingy, I don't know. Also a wave pool. Mostly it's for kids and families. Then the outside pool, mainly for adults, and teen's. It's just a pool, some chairs with umbrella's, you know the normal set up. Uh. Game room, I remember a game room. It was so much fun, you know, the works down there, loads of games, as well. Uhm, a buffet with a huge cafeteria sort of deal. It could fit two packs, three at least, so that's good. I know that each room had a sort of backyard or balcony for storage and what not. There's even a forest a bit away from her

I then got back into my car and drove to the packhouse. I walked into the woods and sat on a tree stump, waiting for Jasmine to arrive. A stunning wolf with brown and black fur with white on her paws and on the tip of her tail sprinted out from behind some pine trees, stopping in front of me. Jasmine’s intoxicating scent wafted through the air. Her wolf was beautiful, with thick fur, brilliant amber eyes, and perfect pointed ears. She almost reminded me of a fox. For a moment I considered running my hands through her fur, wanting to know how it felt. But I resisted, knowing this was not the time or place. I stood up and put the clothes I brought onto the stump and turned around, giving her p

Especially not when his six-year-old had wormed her way up her heart already. Mentor Gayle Calloway Jr. had always thought he was doing okay. His ranch was turning out very well over the years, Lucerne-Alpane was paradise to him and his daughter was fine, so what else could he need? The arrival of a new neighbour up the road puts the rancher's whole belief into question when he starts having feelings for her, to his annoyance.

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