Wolffe Clone Trooper Novels & Stories

Shock flickered across his face. Mine too, honestly. No time to dwell. Another came from behind—I spun, instincts screaming—I used my Claws. Not fully But close. My nails tore across his chest, ripping fabric, skin—He hissed, stumbling back. Holy—Focus. The white wolf surged through me, not taking over—guiding. Left. Left again and then down. I dropped low just as something whistled over my head. Now. I drove forward, shoulder slamming into a body, knocking him into another. They went down in a tangle of limbs and fury. A laugh burst out of me—wild, breathless, a little feral.

“I have thought over what you said, and you’re right.” My father stopped writing and peered up at me through this reading glasses before leaning back in his chair, taking them off, and laying them on the table. “Really? You concede?” “I’m no good to anyone without a wolf, just a human,” I replied with a shrug, my palms sweaty with anxiety. I’d just told my mother I didn’t want to do this very thing, and now there I was, agreeing to it. I had to hope my sudden flip flop didn’t sound off any alarm bells in my old man’s head. “Matt is an ally to the pack, and I do want to be useful to our family.”

Depot Bravo, moments later A frosted pane imploded, talons first, and the bay filled with teeth and light. Jake’s stance cut to steel; Kim hauled Jane behind a wheel-well. From the mouth of the aisle, a corporal held his team with a raised fist—no shots—as the brown she-wolf slid through the frame, head low, eyes fixed on the girl clutching a silver cross of wolfsbane like it could quiet a storm. “Queen,” Jake breathed. To her pack, the night obeyed.

“Don't stop until you reach the pack.” The wolf sped off with the rest of them, and I waited for the BloodFang soldiers. Even though this shift was going to do us more harm than good, I had a duty to protect my men. I let Rolfe out, and the soldiers staggered back, intimidated by the giant silver-grey wolf before them. It felt like I was trapped in a bowl of ice but I tried to keep myself focused on the men so as not to distract Rolfe. He plunged himself at them and while the cold engulfed us, he killed all twenty of them in a matter of minutes.

"Surely... there is an error? My alpha protector is a peaceful leader." The rogue sneers, pulling a thick roll of heavy tactical tape from his belt. Before Jone can weave another sentence, the rogue slaps the adhesive over Jone's mouth, cutting off his ability to manipulate the conversation. "Let us begin the chronicle," the rogue whispers crazily, hoisting a graphic pack record photo showing a mutilated wolf corpse. "Let us discuss the rogue commander whose limbs Michael Jackson personally severed and left for the crows." Jone stares at the image through narrowed eyes, his inner wolf completely unmoved by the blood. If that rogue had threatened the Silverclaw borders, Jone only regrets that

Always wanting more. He walked around the desk, his footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. He was shorter than his son, softer in the middle, but no less dangerous. His hands were clean, his nails manicured, his suit tailored to hide the bulk of a body that had once been lean and hard. Fenris watched his father's reflection in the glass. Dante stopped a few feet behind him, close enough to be felt, far enough to pretend he was giving Fenris space. "The Wolfe family," Dante said. "The last heir. Where is she?"

' Go see to it then and give me a report when you are back . I rose from the chair and walked briskly out of his office . Alastair was already waiting outside . He pulled me and we went into my office together . ' It is an Epsilon . It is in the pack and it is not taking any time to move around . ' he said immediately we entered the office . ' What ? ' I replied surprised . Everyone knew it was rare for an Epsilon to turn up in the pack . An Epsilon is a werewolf whom sorrow has allowed the wolf instincts to supercede the human mind and it was infectious .

He lifts my small wounded and broken wolf form to jump onto the land and lay me down on it softly. Once assured that I was safe, he turns around to the other rogue and that's when the fight begins. 10 seconds....I just counted till 10 seconds to see the rogues fall down dead. One's neck was teared apart from his body while the other was bleeding to death. Pushing their dead bodies into the running water , Volkan clears his snout of their blood in the running stream to only turn around to approach me. I laid there, lifeless and still.