Wolfhound Squad Novels & Stories

“How many wolves there?” “Twenty-three,” Kael answered. “Light engineering support.” The predator’s distributed fragment pressed again. This time stronger. The flicker deepened. The spire’s voice lowered. Assimilation vector forming. Mara turned sharply. “We move.” They did not bring everyone. They couldn’t. Ardyn selected a mobile harmonic team. Riven carried portable frequency emitters — smaller, unstable, designed for field use. Serik shifted first, massive wolf form landing silent and ready.

The room hummed with quiet urgency as they reviewed the latest intelligence. Kira’s voice was steady but urgent as she spoke, “Our most recent reconnaissance confirms significant enemy activity along the western border. Estimates put their numbers between forty and seventy wolves. Their formation is tight, and they are clearly coordinating under a single command. The symbols on their gear indicate allegiance to the old regime—they’re not just a band of dissidents; they’re an organized force with a purpose.”

They both look battered and bloodied and their clothes were torn into shreds. Kane and Vimon instantly ran to their son, but I remained where I was, my eyes roving around in desperate search of my little boy. When I didn't see him in anyone's arms, I ran into the court yard and came to an abrupt stop. Right there in the center of the courtyard, surrounded by a small crowd of sniffling women and sad looking men were four guards. I instantly recognized them as members of the elite squad; they were considered the top dog of the wolf soldiers. They received special and intense training and were the most respected and feared wolves in the pack, after the Alpha and his family of course. But they d

They had no idea the facility even existed or that the wolves taken from their packs were brought there and turned into Deads against their will. “So how do we fucking go about this?” Alpha Armstrong decides to ask first. “The Death Squad has over 50 wolves at Beast’s disposal. Most of them are on their way here, apart from the 38 that are already here.” “I can add another 30.” One of the Alphas, I think his name is Blaine, adds. “I can lend you 30.” “20.” “40.” “30, maybe 40 at most.” The others also decide to lend their warriors, giving us as much help as they can.

I dry my hair quickly, but it stays half wet, so I clip it back to keep it out of my face. Ronan escorts me downstairs. As we walk through the hall, loud noises from outside make me jump. Through a window, I spot a line of people in black leather, aiming guns at practice dummies. “Who are they?” I ask. Ronan stands next to me, looking out the window. “The Royal Firing Squad, made entirely of Wolfless.” “Wolfless?” He nods. “They’re part of the King’s Army. Wolfless can’t fight or shift like normal Werewolves, but they can still fight—mostly like humans would.”

I said as I looked the man over once before turning to Kane, he opened his mouth but Aramis spoke first, my attention going back to him. “Hunters are an elite squad within wolf packs. Similar to Scouts in their skill set but more prone to apprehension and elimination. Think of us like Bounty Hunters while Scouts are trackers and protectors. Hunters are the elite of the elite and we are the only pack that has them.” He explained, his confidence and hubris apparent when he spoke of them. I raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly, impressed but still suspicious of the wolf in question. There was just something about him that didn’t sit right with me.

Andrew says. I nod my head. I have not even had time to put together my pack. My father’s wolves will still be loyal, but my hierarchy is unselected as far as the wolves I select for jobs and positions. We are blind in all of this right now. It will be hard for us to defend ourselves against a vampire attack.

He looked at me, and for a second, the Alpha pride masked the pain. ​"I can walk," he told me before I could offer an arm. ​"Fine. Don't fall." ​The cutters opened their cargo ramps. Marcus and his Vanguard had brought six massive Wildland wolves—feral beasts they’d captured and broken years ago, easily five feet at the shoulder, covered in thick, white armor-fur. They were the only things durable enough to run through the dead zone without dissolving. ​I mounted the largest male. Kaelen climbed onto the female right next to me, gripping the reins with hands that I could see were shaking. Alaric and Marcus took the lead on the other four, flanked by a dozen of the elite Shadow Legion.

Possibly, there could be a way to hunt down this beast, yet how long wouldn't take to study the ethics of its domination and movement? He picked himself up from the ground, laying Ashley on the ground as he walked around, bending downwards, picking up broken tree branches and twigs. Each werewolf pack had its own beliefs and principles. One which remained for the silver moon pack for years was the principles of cremation. They never believed in the burying of their dead, they thought of burning their bodies to avoid the cases of having a rebirth which could cause something drastic in the pack. There might have been someone out there who had thoughts of the phantom being a product of an unhol

They didn't stop though, they kept riding hard on their horses away from the fortress. Just before they got to the Blade lake river, they heard the howl once more and a big black wolf leaped out of the woods, the wolf ripped off the head of one of the guards and disappeared into the woods again- leaving the guard headless on the floor with his horse running off into the dark. They didn't stop riding hard, they kept fleeing while shooting arrows in every direction- hoping to hit the strange beast with their arrows.