Wolfsong Series Novels & Stories

Silas picks at his food, his gaze distant. “He’ll be alright,” Ryland murmurs, his hand brushing mine as he takes his seat. “He just needs time.” “Time doesn’t erase everything,” I say, my voice low. “No,” he agrees. “But it gives us room to heal.” The fire crackles, its warmth a fragile shield against the night. Someone begins a song—a low, mournful tune about the Moon Goddess and her first wolves. One by one, the pack joins in, their voices weaving into something raw and beautiful.

I may be hallucinating her voice because of tiredness. But I need to inquire if it was her or not. So I returned alley ... And the voice I had heard was not heard again. I listened to nothing but force myself to hear that voice. And that's where I was surprised. I halted at the end of the alley and heard a growl. It was a wolf growl, louder and stronger. I followed the sound of a growl. My legs paused when I saw two guys trying to run but the wolf was clutching them by their legs and trying to hurt them. And it was more surprising that the wolf who was attacking them was not Debra but someone else.

"yeah... The animals that make a howling sound on a full moon to communicate with each other in these stupid movies." Woow, she really knew all that information but didn't know what animal made the sound! Interesting. "wolf? Are we on teen wolf now?" I laughed, "funny Jeremy.. Woow wolves..." "yeah..one wanted to eat us and another one saved us. I guess it's safe to say they aren't all that bad. We might be on teen wolf after all." "you guys are idiots." My phone started ringing and I took it out of my pocket. I quickly put it back it when I saw it was Anzania.

Cole obliged his wolf by kissing more forcefully, his lips pressing harder, his mouth opening, and they were both pleased when she opened her mouth and accepted his tongue. It was a perfect dance, his tongue darted in and hers retreated and then reversed. The kisses melted from one to another until he left her mouth long enough to explore her neck. His wolf was inhaling her scent and howling into Cole's mind. Softly, Cole whispered, "Mine."

It was the kiss of two souls who had walked through the dark and found the dawn. In the distance, a wolf howled, a long, melodic sound that was joined by another, and then another. It wasn't a challenge or a call to hunt. It was a song of the pack, a harmony that traveled over the new rooftops of the city and into the ancient trees of the ridge.

Someone had sent these rogues specifically for me. The battle raged around us, our pack holding their ground despite being outmatched. Marcus coordinated defensive positions while Liora and David flanked the largest groups. But we were losing ground, and more importantly, we were losing wolves. Behind you! Caelan's warning came just in time for me to spin and catch the rogue that had been sneaking up on my blind side. But as I engaged it, something new entered the field. Singing. The melody was hauntingly beautiful and absolutely wrong, like a lullaby from beyond the reach of words. It made my wolf whine and pace, made my skin crawl with instinctive revulsion.

*** — Anne, do you want to hear a story? When the world was young, and the herds were still in their most primitive state, a lone wolf devoted himself to singing to the Goddess Moon with passion. The wolf, whose fur shone under the silver light of the moon, sang with a passion and devotion that resonated in the deepest corners of the night. His howls were an ode to the beauty and mystery of the night, an expression of love and admiration for the Goddess who illuminated the nighttime sky.

He took deep breaths trying to calm down as the haunting melody of the Howling Wolf Warriors began their call to the Moon, wailing together as the blended cries heralded the beginning of the service and the serenade for the dead. The melancholy howls of the warriors mixed with the haunting sounds of his own guard spurred him into his own shift, as the Alpha wolf of the Midnight pack, Eric began the final call to his daughter, guiding her spirit towards the moon. Shadow moon wolves added their voices to the symphony of grief now filling the air and it wasn't long before all seven packs were calling the heroes home. Flower petals appeared from the church doors, gliding gently onto the pavement

She started kissing my neck on the mark she gave me. It was sending chills up my spine and sparks down to my cock. I couldn’t let things progress. We HAD to get to safety. “Not here baby...I’m going to take you somewhere safe. You can have me all you want once we get there.” I wrapped her in the robe and picked her up bridal style as she moaned and cried. The heat was starting to cause her pain. She-wolf heats varied in severity and intensity depending on the wolf’s rank. They could be mild and last for a day, usually only for omegas. Or, they could gradually get worse and worse in intensity and strength much like human females going through their menstrual cycle.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"