Wolfpack Clone Wars Novels & Stories

His eyes flickering a golden yellow as he turned back to me, his face full of embarrassment and rage. “Your twin sister Raven’s wolf awakened at sixteen years old,” he spat as he stepped past Alistair, my heart pounding in my chest as we came face to face, his icy glare full of contempt. “She’s already one of our most powerful warriors, but you… you are nothing but a wolfless mutt. I have no use for you.”

Figures stepped out into the concourse. There were at least forty of them. They were entirely naked, their skin a pale, sickly grey. They had Ashren’s towering, heavily muscled build, but their faces were blank, entirely devoid of humanity. Their eyes were solid white, lacking the purple, toxic glow of the Void. They were the empty shells. The unfueled clones of the Midnight Wolf. "Kill them," Kaelen commanded over the speakers. The empty shells lunged. They did not have weapons, but they moved with Ashren’s exact, terrifying speed. A massive bear-kin warrior stepped forward, swinging a jagged obsidian spear at the chest of the closest clone.

I was in deep pain. Zev was already angry. His breath became heavy and his eyes were yellow. Claws shot out of his nails and his face took a monster out of shape. Fur shot out of his skin as his body grew bigger. In a few seconds, he had turned into a full big werewolf and charged at me with a roar. My heart skipped, but I stood my ground. I knew he wasn’t going to kill me. He turned back to human. “Don’t make me send you to join your father.” He said with a sudden calm tone. “Regardless of what you think of me, I will still make you my offer.” He added.

Her wolves didn’t hesitate; it would seem as though they accepted him as their Alpha male, the provider of their little rebel pack. Beast then returned to the fire with a plate for her to eat while I finished my story. Beta Reaper carried over a plate of food for me, as well. “I planned to make Susan my official Luna. We spent years together, growing our pack into something more than just a group of strays. We became a large family—an actual pack. We were the largest rogue pack in the country. We registered as the Blackfoot Rogues. It's a tribute to the miles we wandered, dirty and struggling to survive, before we found our family. Our pack.

If you let me take over, I can help! I closed my eyes for a moment, wondering how Eluna could fight when I had no idea. I'd stopped questioning exactly what Eluna knew and how she knew it after the first day I'd been brought back to the pack. But I still had to admit a part of me was curious. I had been told it wasn't unheard of for a werewolf to "split" the personalities of themselves and their wolf when their wolf was weaker, especially if they were an omega. But this didn't just feel like a split...it felt like we were two separate entities.

I pray to the moon goddess that the 'coward' comment would get to him, and it did. "I love being called a coward, Gass." He disappoints me with his acceptance. Suddenly, several of the clones advance on me without warning. I instantly shift into my wolf before they can reach me and tear through the first clone with my teeth. Quickly, I take care of the second and third. More are still coming and I'm able to hold my own for a while. But they are too much and they keep throwing themselves on me until I have like fifty or more on top of me, tearing into my flesh as much as they can, with their teeth and claws.

Roberto groaned as he saw another truck pull up to the pack’s headquarters. He recognized the logo on the side, a stylized paw print with the words “Wolf Tech” underneath. It was the company that supplied the pack with advanced security measures, such as cameras, sensors, and alarms. They had been hired by Vitale to fortify the borders after the omegas kidnap.

About twenty meters away I spot them, or more to the point I spot him. Clayton Blackridge Alpha of the Lobo Sombra pack in his huge gun metal grey wolf. Standing to his right is a brown and grey wolf slightly smaller in height and not as muscular, possibly his Beta. My wolf starts stalking towards them and even though I am protesting she wants him. As I get closer he shifts back then the other wolf turns I realise he is giving us some privacy.

It was a vessel. "You thought you purged the Dark Moon from Astrid?" the Clone’s voice distorted, dropping into a guttural, demonic register. "Aegis found the remains. They fed it. They grew it." The Clone began to shift. It didn't look like a wolf shift. Bones cracked and elongated in the wrong directions. Extra joints snapped into place. Its fur turned a greasy, matted black, and its snout twisted into a jagged, multi-rowed maw. It was a nightmare version of Victor’s wolf, twice the size and leaking a foul, black shadow from its pores.

And just over the ridge of the mountains was a boastful and bountiful human city, now it was run down, and only a few streets had survived the pack wars. My tutor and parents had explained the pack wars to me and how the humans became involved. In a time when humans and werewolves lived comfortably together and respected one another, an Alpha who was said to be the strongest fell in love with another Alpha’s human mate. He decided to claim her for himself and stole her, his obsession with the human Luna was wild and caused his wolf to lose control. The Alphas went to war and the packs began to split. Humans began to fight against the wolves and the packs began to wipe out the humans.