Wolfless, Fateful Encounters Novels & Stories

The video played again. And again. Each time, those six cursed wolves looked more dangerous. More impossible to defeat. “Turn it off,” I said. Sera did. But the damage was done. Every wolf in the clearing had seen it. I saw what was coming for us. “We need to leave,” Kade said. “Now. Before they send their cursed wolves to finish what Thomas started.” “No.” I looked at my father’s body. At the alpha who died protecting me. “I will not run. Not anymore.”

"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?”

“Eryx. What are they?” He stared. Jaw tightening. “Children of old bloodlines,” he said. “Cursed wolves. Forgotten. Betrayed. They recognize your awakening, and they will not stop.” Luther moved closer. His hand firm on her shoulder. “Then we fight.” The cursed wolves circled. Low growls rolled through the clearing. Muscles rippled beneath fur matted with ancient scars. One lunged first. Jaws wide. Claws raking air. Luther met it mid-leap. Shifted partially. Fangs bared. Claws sank into the beast’s shoulder. He twisted. Threw it aside. Bone cracked against a tree trunk.

"The vault is open. And you? You are nothing." I looked at Silas and held out my hand. "Shall we finish this?" Silas walked to my side, his fingers interlaced with mine. The shadows and the fire merged, creating a shield that blocked out the sky. But as we prepared to deal the final blow, a horn sounded from the distance. A deep, mournful sound that didn't come from the wolves or the Goddess. The Western Packs. Five thousand wolves were cresting the hill, led by a man on a black horse. He wasn't an Alpha. He was something else. He held a banner that showed a bleeding sun.

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

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.

I whisper, forcing myself to stand up again. I have to get out of here. It will only be a matter of time before Damon's absence is noticed. I might as well use this medium to run away from this cursed place. My legs are burning badly, each step I take makes it worse. Still, I force myself to take off. I can't be here, I just have to leave. I'm still in the middle of my escapade, when a wolf brushes past me. As if struck by realization, it suddenly comes to a halt, and whips around to face me.

I'd built my entire life around never being caught the way they'd been caught—vulnerable, singular, undone by the existence of one person whose safety mattered more than it should. And now I stood in a border forest with my hands curled into fists at my sides, and I understood, with a dread that settled cold and absolute in my chest, exactly what my wolf had been trying to tell me since the night I pulled a half-drowned stranger out of the rain and felt something in me go still for the first time since my father died. Chelsea Keith. A girl with no pack, carrying a bloodline that could get us both killed if the wrong people ever confirmed it, hunted by an alpha who wanted her dead for the cri

"Medical coincidences and a struggling business owner looking for excuses—" "What about the pattern?" Alexander asked. "In every pack that's tolerated a Wolfless wolf, similar events have occurred. Children falling ill. Unexplained deaths. Bad luck that follows them like a shadow." He pulled out an ancient-looking book. "It's documented going back centuries. The Cursed Ones, they were called. Those born with wolf blood but no wolf. They bring misfortune to those around them." "That's folklore—" Kane started. "It's history," the gray-haired woman corrected. "Written by our ancestors who learned the hard way what happens when you allow Wolfless wolves to live among healthy packs."