Wolfless, Fateful Encounters Novels & Stories

What showed suffering without breaking the fragment completely? “Loss,” I said finally. “We show it lost. Something every living thing experiences. Something painful but also meaningful.” I led the fragment outside. To the pack memorial. The place where we honoured the dead. Where we remembered those who were gone. Thirteen names were carved into stone. The wolves who died fighting the Council’s cursed wolves. The ones we could not save. The ones whose sacrifice protected the pack. “These are dead,” I said. “These are wolves who existed. Who mattered. Who are gone now. Their consciousness ended. Their bodies returned to earth. They are nothing now. Like you were nothing. Like the First Dark

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

The book lay open between them, the aged pages worn and delicate, the ink faded but still legible. The illustration stared back at them—two wolves beneath an eclipsed moon, one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. Selene traced the image with her fingertips, her pulse thrumming in her ears. “The Wolves of the Eclipse,” she murmured, repeating the words as if saying them aloud would somehow bring more clarity. Theoden leaned in beside her, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the text. “What does it say?”

Yet I was sure no matter how savage the other's wolf instinct could be, there was something extra vicious about wolves who had lost their human parts─ who had become rabid. Blood and flesh were pulled with teeth, fatal injuries amounting to seconds. I didn’t wait to see the outcome of the fight. Once they were distracted by each other, I was up and running, strength and breath rejuvenated by the somewhat rest I’d had. I tore through the forest naked, covered with blood and dirt from my struggle with the wolves. The space between the trees was slowly increasing making it easier and easier for me to make my escape but also easier a target to see. I came to a stop, panting and out of breath onc

“The combination of fire and ice has happened before.” Rose blinked. “It has?” “Yes.” Kael leaned forward slightly. “What happened?” Aldric’s gaze darkened. “They ended a war.” Rose frowned. “And?” “They both died doing it.” Silence fell over the clearing. Rose felt the white wolf inside her pause. Listening. She crossed her arms tighter. “That’s a terrible story.” “It’s history.” Kael remained calm. “What kind of war?” Aldric’s voice lowered. “The kind that nearly wiped out every wolf alive.”

He smiled at me before he played with the cane in his hand. "If you only knew the reason from the very beginning and I knew you would not allow each other in this marriage." He said. Everything they say I couldn’t understand. It was like a poem that no matter how many times I read it I could not understand what it meant to me or what’s the meaning. He waved the cane on the thorn and then whistled. The black wolves stopped because of what he did. Some survivors of the fight even ran away to back to their boss. Belle suddenly exploded ice and they suddenly disappeared. She just left a mess that looked like it was snowing that night. We were all stunned especially at their sudden disappearance.

Frank Kilburn stomped back into his office after questioning the two fools. If Lenny thought he’d believe that he took on eight wolves and got out alive, he was as much of an idiot as he looked. He doubted Lenny even saw McDonnell at all. But seeing the white wolf was telling. Lenny knew exactly what Sapphire looked like in her fur. If McDonnell was there for real, then he too knew.

asks Anwen, a former female warrior on the Council. My mother hesitates. “I cannot make anything of it yet.” Her answer is disappointing. I was hoping for something profound, maybe prophetic. Wulfgar, a burly and well-respected warrior elder, returns the Council to the immediate matter. “Were you able to interrogate the wolf?” “No—he died from his wounds almost immediately.” The elders all look at each other.

I needed to know why. “I found something.” Cora put a book closer to me. “So, the book said, wolfless can be a permanent or temporary state. After you meet your wolf, he’ll be with you for the rest of your life. Only death can separate you. “When you fall ill, even die, and come back to life, your wolf will stay with you. The pain you experience will be felt by your wolf, as will your recovery. Special cases only occur when other forces are involved, such as the will of the Moon Goddess or magic.”