Wolfpack Clone Wars Novels & Stories

The engine turned over and David started backing up. A loud thud sounded as something smashed into the side of the van. Clara glanced out the window and saw the black wolf she used to love playing with snarl and throw himself against her door. "Drive fast." The wolf started shifting back to Lucas, but he wasn't quick enough. David slammed on the accelerator and the van took off. Clara closed her eyes, promising she wouldn't open them until there was no chance Lucas would be in the rearview mirror.

He looked at me, and for a second, the Alpha pride masked the pain. ​"I can walk," he told me before I could offer an arm. ​"Fine. Don't fall." ​The cutters opened their cargo ramps. Marcus and his Vanguard had brought six massive Wildland wolves—feral beasts they’d captured and broken years ago, easily five feet at the shoulder, covered in thick, white armor-fur. They were the only things durable enough to run through the dead zone without dissolving. ​I mounted the largest male. Kaelen climbed onto the female right next to me, gripping the reins with hands that I could see were shaking. Alaric and Marcus took the lead on the other four, flanked by a dozen of the elite Shadow Legion.

Warriors fell before they could shift. The air thickened with wolfsbane, choking them, killing them. “IT’S AN AMBUSH!” someone screamed. Nicolas barely had time to react. A silver net landed on him, burning his skin on contact. He screamed, his wolf howling inside—but the silver held him down. “NICOLAS!” Zaiya screamed. She shifted, her sleek black wolf leaping at the enemy. Her claws tore through armor, her fangs found flesh. One down. Then another.

As an Alpha werewolf, my physique was robust, and my reflexes were swift, propelling me ahead of my peers and quickly establishing me as the leader of my specialized team. However, everything shifted five years ago during a mission involving a terrorist known as Eclipse. The reality was, it wasn't Eclipse itself but an impostor using its name to wreak havoc and inadvertently entangle citizens in a foreign country. Our team was dispatched for a rescue operation, and I was on the brink of capturing Eclipse's trail.

The clash of our pack against Draxler's forces echoed through the air, a cacophony that mirrored the inner turmoil of conflicting loyalties and allegiances. Alpha Draxler, undeterred by our resistance, rallied his warriors with a commanding howl. The conflict intensified, each move a strategic play for dominance. In the midst of the chaos, I locked eyes with Jake, our unspoken bond echoing through our synchronized movements. The battlefield became a canvas of fur, fang, and determination. The primal instincts of our wolf forms guided us through the clash, a testament to the years of training and the unyielding spirit of the Black Moon pack. The air vibrated with the energy of the confrontati

“The rogue whom our previous Alpha died defeating had repressed his wolf. When his wolf was finally able to take over, he never let go. The efforts that man went to to keep his wolf away made his already bloodthirsty, power hungry wolf go insane.” My eyes grew hard. I hadn’t known that detail. The reason this pack was so large was because that rogue had taken out the leaders of a nearby pack in Wyoming, and they came to us for sanctuary. We all knew the rogue my dad faced in his last battle was an anomaly. Our kind are strong and powerful, but we usually don’t care about exerting that for reasons other than protecting our own. It was rare to come across a wolf that needed to show off his pro

"Then I improvise." "That's not reassuring." "It wasn't meant to be." The diversion worked perfectly. When Valerius's team hit the northern building, they hit it hard—ten werewolves in full battle form, tearing through the perimeter fence like it was made of wet paper. The guards responded exactly as expected, rushing to contain the threat while alarms blared across the facility. No one noticed the shadows moving through the drainage tunnels. Jack led his squad through the narrow concrete passages, his void arm casting just enough light to see the path ahead. The wolves moved in perfect silence—whatever else they might be, the clones had been built for war, and stealth was part of their prog

~Zach’s Point of View~ “There’s just got to be some options. Is there any chance of using the leverage of Jake’s new mate to get the White Falls pack to help us,” I said to Ryan. “Little ironic that they named their pack after some falls and a hot spring that was actually on Blood Claw’s lands,” Jake snorted. Jake and a couple of my warriors had come to my pack from Blood Claw but they were young when it fell, and didn’t have much to do with everything that went down. Jake had only just gotten his wolf a few months ago but he was damn impressive and I’d promoted him straight away.

“Is that the reason you remove them from the pack?” Thrumming my fingers on my desk, I made an annoyed grunt and said, “Vaewolf are rogue and don't assimilate to a pack. They follow their own rules and follow their own drum beats. Now enough about them. Go train with the guards and take your pal Nathan, or go to the village bar and have a drink,” I stated. As he stood, he smiled. “So Nathan's cool because he is just a vampire and you don't want to share your good liquor.”

Luka hesitated for only a second before saying, “A rogue attack. South border.” A chill ran down Willow’s spine. Theo’s expression darkened. “How many?” Luka shook his head. “At least ten. They came fast, didn’t get past the first perimeter. No deaths, but two of our wolves are injured.” Nova bristled inside Willow’s mind. Ten? That’s not just a few rogues wandering too close—that’s coordinated. Willow glanced at Theo, but he was already shifting, Atlas taking over in a blink. Willow followed without hesitation, and together they ran.