Wolfless, Fateful Encounters Novels & Stories

The admission is clipped and edged with frustration. Another wave crashes against the northern containment, and this time one of the feral wolves breaks through a narrow gap, sprinting directly toward the valley center, toward us. Before I can step forward, Layla intercepts, slamming into the intruder with disciplined precision and forcing him sideways into a cluster of waiting warriors who subdue him quickly. “He is not from Kellen’s camp,” she calls. Of course he is not. The third faction did not arrive by accident. “They followed the compression,” Landon says quietly.

When Alpha Kasper had Chelsea transferred back to the pack house, almost everyone knew something was wrong with their visit to the Crescent pack. “What happened?” “Were you attacked, how did Chelsea get wounded so terribly?” His parents questioned. Alpha Kasper just ordered that the pack healers all assembled together and help save Chelsea's life. It's dangerous to have a dying wolf form and a battered human body at the same time. “Chelsea got into a contest with the white wolf and the latter merely threw her off. This is the result of her arrogance. She started it by challenging the all time warrior to a contest…” he briefed.

Each of us next to each other as we looked at the Moon shining down on us. ‘Thank you again, Selene,’ I whispered. Louve looked at Margery, before they bowed at each other in respect. This was our fate, and it was all thanks to her. All our wolves looked at the moon, at the same time as they howled, thankful for all the blessings the Moon Goddess has given us, and for a future of peace and prosperity. This was, as you can call it.... The Wolf’s Fate. THE END Author note: This was the end of the journey. It means the world to me that you all took the time to read it and hoped you enjoyed it.

The wind was still howling when she noticed a sign proclaiming Silver Town and another displaying the speed restriction. But it wasn't long before she became aware of the wolf pursuing her through the woods. Running was out of the question. He'd track her down and murder her. She turned and stood her ground, knowing she didn't have a chance. There was nothing more she could do. And wolf to Wolf combat was preferable human to wolf combat. Caitlin's gloves were ripped off and stuffed into Cody's coat pocket.

I grabbed the fresh orange juice on the center table and took a sip while scanning the photos which Walter had attached in his report. “I understand where you are coming from, princess,” I heard Chelsea say. “But if you come back, it’s going to be different this time. There are more and more wolves who visit the place where your father and brother died to pray and bring flowers. They are regretting it now, princess. They are losing hope, but they are holding out because there are rumors about the white wolf who will rescue the kingdom and its people from darkness.” “Darkness, huh? Did they really think they are worth saving from that? They brought the darkness upon themselves.” I laughed bit

Grace began softly, her voice carrying a strange weight: “In a vast forest ruled only by wolves, there came a lone hare. The wolves had already hunted every other creature, dominating the land with teeth and claws. But this hare fragile, juicy, foolish enough to step into their territory, surely had only one fate. The wolves lunged. The hare darted, not away, but straight between them. Snarls and howls filled the meadow as the wolves collided, snapping at each other in confusion. The hare vanished into the tall grass.

Its powerful muscles flexed beneath the sleek coat as it lunged forward, meeting Ava's wolf head-on. The echoes of snarls and growls filled the air, creating an intense atmosphere in the battleground. The two wolves circled each other, their movements fluid and precise, as they engaged in a deadly dance of tooth and claw. Ava's wolf fought with a wild and untamed ferocity, driven by primal instincts. In contrast, Luciana's wolf displayed a disciplined and strategic approach, employing its skills with precision and calculation. It was a sight that Alister had never witnessed before, seeing his mate unleash such strength and determination.

The other two come straight for her. Roselyn's body moves before her mind catches up, years of dodging beatings making her drop and roll as massive jaws snap where her throat had been. Soil explodes around her, and she tastes blood in her mouth where she's bitten her tongue. The wolves circle, one russet-furred and scarred, the other midnight black with a white blaze across its muzzle. They aren't attacking randomly. They're herding her. "You're the wolfless bitch," the russet wolf snarls, his voice grinding through his shifted form like gravel in a blender. "The abomination who spread her legs for a bloodsucker."

If only I could communicate with Asana, I would have been able to shift into my wolf form. But as I drew closer, their eyes gleamed with malice, and I realized the truth—these were not the friendly creatures I had once known and ruled. Run. With a surge of fear coursing through my veins, I turned on my heels and sprinted away, the pounding of her feet drowned out by the deafening roar of her heartbeat. Each step was a battle against the darkness that threatened to consume her, a frantic race for survival in a world gone mad. Behind me, the howls of the wolves echoed through the forest, their bloodthirsty cries driving me forward with renewed determination. With every ounce of strength that r

“Every single one.” “I know,” Wulstan repeated, his voice flat. “Because I was one of them for nineteen years, and I’ve had a month to chew on what that means. I haven’t slept a full night since.” He glanced sideways at me, his eyes dark beneath his hood. “You wanted the question? Here it is: Who leashes four hundred wolves, then hires six of them to butcher a wash-house girl for two measly ingots?” His mouth twisted. “That wasn’t an assassination, lass. That was a man testing a blade.”