Wolfie Special Agent Oso Novels & Stories

Something shifts in Donovan’s expression. Approval. Agreement. Maybe pride. “All right,” he says simply. Three knocks interrupt the silence. Sharp. Quick. Sage enters the moment Donovan opens the door. Rainwater drips from his coat onto the floor. His face looks grim. “I need both of you outside.” Everything inside Iris tightens immediately. “What happened?” Sage holds up a folded piece of paper carefully. “Border patrol found a wolf unconscious near the eastern line.” Cold spreads instantly through the room. “She remembers nothing,” Sage continues. “Not how she got there. Not who brought her.”

He acted like he was concerned, but something about the way his voice thinned like someone was strangling him. A part of me wanted to probe further. But squeezing the truth out of someone was never my area of expertise. I was sure I wouldn’t be able to get any information out of him just like I couldn’t get any out of Foxen. I smiled, quick and stiff. “He’s a specialist in Alpha and omega medicine, and since you’re one too, I thought you might know each other…” His body stiffened. “…But never mind, I just came here for a test.”

Untrustworthy wolf! Alpha Oswald strode toward us; he was putting on a dashing black suit; his hair was styled in a suave pompadour style coupled with a side partition, and a long fringe hair strand came down to his right eye giving him a bad boy look. He was holding a whiskey glass. His eyes were pinned on Beta Wyatt and me. “Shocking indeed.” He uttered with a dark chuckle which sent a shiver down my spine. My heart skipped a beat. I didn't know whether he was talking to me or Wyatt, but his eyes didn't fall on me.

Sending it, I waited for a few minutes to see if he would respond, but he didn't so I set my phone back on the table and rolled over. As I fell asleep, I saw a huge, beautiful wolf trot up to me, and I smiled when it started to talk. “Hello, Sylvia! I'm Opal and your wolf,” she said. “May I pet you?” I asked her. She lowered her head as I raised my hand to her massive head and ran my fingers through her fur between her ears. Giggling, I gushed at her and cooed,” This is so cool. Your fur is so soft!”

Willy was surprised, even his broken nose was healed, with not even a slight scar to even insist that it was once there. He felt his face, the black prickly stubbles that were there previously, were also gone. Replaced by a smoothly shaven, clean, fresh face. “Can I stand up?” Willy asked suddenly, ‘Suit yourself — if you please,’ the voice replied. Willy sat up slowly, he then stood up, and he saw the Stranger Oswald standing by not so far to the left. Oswald grinned and held his hand towards Willy, who shook it. Oswald said, “Congratulations Willy you're now agent 02!”

We were told from some of the guest that Tilly had been seen with a wolf named Oscar. “Where did she go after you two spoke?” I asked Oscar. “She’s so perfect but I do not know where she went. She sort of vanished,” he groggily replied. “Wolves don’t just vanish!” Swan snapped. “If you do find her, send her my way would y’all?” He asked clearly after bedding some strange she-wolf. “Go back and lay with your whore,” I said disgusted after now seeing the naked she-wolf standing in front of us. Next morning...

"Her and Peter went through the attack dozens of times, they were only six. And we have those in custody. We would have noticed a seventh van cliffe Wolf lurking around." "Unless it isn't a van Cliffe. The Wolf that attacked Joshua had been a half ling with the silver crest scent." I pointed out. "It could be lurking around or someone could be hiding it." I didn't want to admit it but Roman was too smart to let anything slip. He was calculated and smart. He had lived as a spy in my territory for ten years, infiltrated my AAP and even gotten me to invite him into my house. He wasn't stupid. He was crafty and calculated.

I wanted to bite his arms off too. “She’s clean, no weapons. Such a pretty little thing.” He said. I could hear him licking his lips. ‘Pretty little thing? I’ll show him pretty,’ Zoe remarked. “What the f*ck do you mean no weapons?! What type of spy doesn’t carry any weapons–” The second wolf replied, but he was cut off by someone else. “No weapons?” The third wolf questioned with a deeper tone. That must be Alpha Jax. “No, Alpha. She’s wearing a uniform of some kind. I haven’t seen anything like that.” The first wolf answered.

Her hands wobbled as she tightened her grip on the rod like a staff she held. "Omicron wolf, a special and rare kind of wolf?” I heard Adrian's voice. I shifted my gaze to the person standing next to the woman and gasped. It was Adrain. Alpha Adrain, his beta Austin, and two older men, including the old woman, were surrounding an image of a big white wolf. “A dead Omega, woken by her mere presence." Adrains voiced out. My eyes flickered all over him, and then something caught my attention.

"Alpha sorry to disturb you but I've just had a link of Wilson, they've just had a wolf turn up at the borders, he looks like he's been beaten pretty bad and he's asked for you." "Who is he?" "It's Jacoby, Alpha." WHAT THE FUCK?