Wolfhound Squad Novels & Stories

Even if she wasn’t banished it could possibly be that we exiled someone she cared for. I had been reading nearly fourty or so minutes when Paul came in. His expression looked a bit concerned. Worried I asked him, “ What if anything could you find out?” “ I found out a few things that are a bit odd and concerning. It turns out the pack they are registering is called Ash Wood and has many supernaturals not just Werewolves. They also have many Spell-casters, Vampires and even have Hunters in their so called pack!”

Not yet. At the stroke of midnight Brett sent a message to Carr. The Dire Wolves were on the move west, to their hunting ground. It was time for them to move to their secondary staging area. Carr nodded to the Alphas and team leaders and the entire group of over one hundred twenty Werewolves moved quietly through the woods on foot. They found Craig and Bryant and stopped. The two man groups that were to take out the sentries made their ways to their positions. Trey and Troy were one team, Nathan and David team two, Bryant and James the third. The tranquilizer darts would knock out a normal Werewolf instantly. If they mistakenly shot at a Dire Wolf, Gary would be instantly alerted.

WOLF HUNTING GONE WRONG Darby Miller and his team of skilled animal trackers were on the hunt for one of the rare mutant wolves. The only one recorded in history is being held in Wisconsin State Zoo. The rare wolf is the size of a horse and its speed and strength are like no other. There had been a call that another one was running lose and they were hired to find it. They had no intention to kill the wolf, only tranquilize and relocate it to the zoo. On the third day of searching, they came across the wolf. "The beast was unlike anything I'd ever seen! I swear, it was as if it had three bears within one body!" One of Darby's team members had stated. The wolf unleashed his anger onto the tea

POV: Mia (Zero) The fire was real. It wasn’t a distraction. Smoke rolled in from the southern ridge like breath from a dying god, thick with pine, fur, and accelerant. The watchtower bell rang again—three sharp notes. That wasn’t a patrol alarm. That was a breach. Alex reached the wall first. Nova and I weren’t far behind. From the ridge, we saw them. Not an army. A strike team. Twelve Hollow Fang wolves, cloaked in black and bone, moving through the forest like ghosts. Each had marks carved into their arms—binding runes that weren’t just symbolic. They’d been sealed with blood. They weren’t here to threaten.

They sniffed the air, picking up on the distinctive scent of the Quercia and set off behind the buildings and into the nearby small stretches of land still covered in trees, away from human eyes. Feeling the ground beneath him vibrate with the hundreds of varying sources cleared his mind; he homed in on the unmistakable movements of a wolf and sped up. A few yards ahead he spotted the pale, mixed coloring of a pack member and signaled to Gil to get around him. The underling caught wind of them and attempted to throw them off by taking to the alleys, but Gil arrived to cut off the path. Victor dove in on him from behind, aiming for the shoulder with a shallow bite.

" I asked. Danjuma looked at Akio to speak. "There is an Alley down town close to Aisle One. A lot of disturbances have been reported and some of the protitutes that work there at night have gone missing. The police tried to tackle the matter but when they realised it wasn't up their alley, they reached out to us. While investigating, we initially thought it was a vampire thing. We were uncomfortable with the hypothesis because ever since John Hunter took over the vampire clan they had depended only on blood banks for food, so we decided to dig deeper incase a vampire had gone rogue but instead of vampires, we found werewolves. We do not believe they have a pack. McCain does not know them an

You can't afford to miss things. Who is this? Who is this? Lia waited, motionless, all her senses on alert. At last, the other wolf loped off, but it turned every so often to see if she was still there before speeding up and heading toward the residential area. Even then, she stayed in place until she was sure the black wolf was completely gone from the area. When the wind no longer carried his scent to her, she finally took off back toward where she had left the car, still moving as stealthily as possible. There could be others in the area, hiding in the trees, maybe part of the black wolf's pack, if indeed there was one here.

With a unified howl that reverberated through the wilderness, they surged forward, their wolf forms a blur of strength and agility, driven by a shared mission to unravel the Nightshade Pack’s enigmatic silence. Alpha Mikhail Silverclaw led the charge, his golden amber coat gleaming like a torch in the moonlight. His massive wolf, a towering symbol of authority, moved with the confidence of countless missions, his amber eyes scanning the darkness for threats. Behind him, the seven operatives followed in tight formation: Beta Elena Moonshadow, her silver and moonlight-yellow fur shimmering with elegance; Gamma Marcus, his midnight blue coat blending into the shadows; Lucas Stonefur, chestnut b

Alpha Drake continued, "Our initial focus will be on the packs within the Calabar wolf territory, excluding Emerald pack which is already compromised. Blue Moon, and Shadow Pack, that is our own pack and as you know Blue Moon pack is here with us and has not yet been compromised, and we need to ensure they stay that way. If you encounter any pack that seems unaffected, discreetly inform their alpha so they can take necessary precautions." As the meeting concluded, the squad members dispersed, each filled with a sense of duty and responsibility. They had been entrusted with a vital role in safeguarding their packs from an insidious threat. As they prepared to embark on their journey, they cou

My off-road vehicle tore across the border line, but I didn't head toward the bustling human cities. Instead, I turned the wheel toward the one place every werewolf feared to tread: Death Valley. There, I found them. A pack of Rogues, cast out and exiled by their former tribes. They were a sorry sight—missing legs, blinded eyes, dressed in rags that barely clung to their emaciated frames. Their eyes held nothing but hollow despair. In my last life, I wasted my White Wolf gifts playing the dutiful housewife, cooking soup for two ungrateful Alphas.