Wolfie Special Agent Oso Novels & Stories

“I mean, SPEAR needs…,” “Silence, Dr. Wolfe. This is a personal vendetta,” “Warcloud, we need to follow the plan,” Olivia said. After seconds of harboring her hand, Roxy released her grip and retracted her claws. “Deal,” The young panther walked off as Director Sungold signaled her soldiers to stand down. “You think you can uncode that thing?,” Scott asked Olivia. “No. But i know someone we can go to uncode it,” “Olivia pulled out a green piece of chalk and looked to Dr. Wolfe.

I can hear him behind me, pacing his breathing, more techniques As I pant to keep my breath, I hear him shift and barrel past me. “That’s not fair!” I scream as he turns around, running another circle around me. He slows down to my pace, poking me with his nose, cold and wet. “No, I don’t want a ride, I’m not a baby.” I say, his golden wolf staring at me, eyes saddened by my no. “ok, fine, for old times sake” Thomas lays down, his wolf has a giant smile. “Yes, Cai, I missed you too.” Scratching his wolf behind the ears, he takes off towards the house.

Every trace of color drained from his face. He stepped forward and spoke loudly. “Nonsense! He isn't from my pack. His scent speaks for itself.” Whispers spread in the crowd. Elvis lifted his chained arms. “Of course I'm not under Alpha Jace's public oath. Special-force operatives never belong to a pack officially.” Osiris calmly looked toward Alpha Rowan. “They don’t have any pack’s scent on them and report only to their alphas. That's standard protocol among werewolf spies. Correct?

And then, without a word-he turned and vanished into the trees. Scarlet didn’t chase him. She couldn’t. She dropped to her knees beside Ophelia, cradling the broken wolf’s body. “You stupid girl,” she breathed, tears already freezing on her cheeks. “You were never supposed to come north.” Ophelia whimpered weakly, her wolf form twitched, shifting slowly, painfully back into human form, blood matting her hair and pooling in the snow around her. “I… had to know,” she rasped. “He said… Aaron… was dead.”

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”

"You compromised the entire mission, Eloise! You went rogue, and you nearly got the entire Pack slaughtered because you couldn't keep your damn emotions in check!" The unfairness of it hit me. I stepped into his space, my chest heaving, refusing to back down. "I fucking saved it!" I challenged him back, my voice cracking but loud. "I found the wolves! I found Jax! If I hadn't dropped into that lab, that boy would be a pile of ash in an incinerator right now! We accomplished the mission, Cane! We got the Pack out, and now we have leverage!" I pointed a finger toward the car where Viper was hauling a bloodied, groaning and blindfolded Caspian out of the backseat.

It was fast, efficient, and silent. A second wolf, smaller, leaner, and moving with an almost balletic grace, slammed into the back of the gray wolf's knees. The gray wolf roared in surprise and pain, tumbling to the ground. The smaller, black wolf looked up at me. Its eyes were amber—the color of Rian's shifting wolf. But this wolf was not Rian. It gave a single, sharp bark—a command, not a snarl. It was Zara. Zev's twin sister. Rian's loyalist.

“Blast it to pieces and wipe out every single one of them.” I smiled at Amy and ruffled her hair so as not to frighten her. “Exactly.” Rome nodded. “Yes, Alpha.” Then he hesitated. “By the way, Alpha, we got an application for the Special Forces. It came in as an email. The candidate says he is the best one out there and that we should be honoured to have him in our army.” I tilted my head. “Arrogant, is he? Who is it?” Rome scowled. “The rogue wolf.”

It wasn't Osborne, it was Dylan Cook. My eyes darted suddenly to the other car that came to a sudden stop, and there, flying proudly, was the Silver Crest Pack flag. My heart slammed against my ribs as Osborne got out of that car. He walked straight toward Dylan, his eyes never leaving my wolf form. I snarled, low and deep, but he didn’t even flinch. “Thanks, old friend,” Osborne said to Dylan, shaking his hand firmly. Then his attention snapped fully to me. The guards around him stepped aside, giving him space as he began to approach.

From his expression I could tell that whatever news he had to share with me was not good. “What is it?” I asked softly, running the pads of my fingertips across the backs of his knuckles. He took a deep breath, as though he was steeling himself. “Our patrols found a dead wolf, Ari. It was a rogue.” “A rogue?” I repeated, feeling my eyebrows knot together. “What does that mean?” “We can’t be sure. But I think it means that you were right – that they were working for someone else, most likely the hunters. It could be infighting, or…”