Wolfwalker Oc Novels & Stories

This could get us both in a lot of trouble—Logan more than me. “My dad got a report last night of some dangerous freaky wolves wandering the forest. Toppers got a call about two injured campers who say this massive wolf attacked them with red eyes and this red wolf. The kicker is the one with red eyes supposedly transformed into some ugly hairy dude. Everyone is speculating on what happened and afraid of the possible answers. I think Camp Okwaho’kenha has a wolfman roaming the forests of,” Darien explained.

I pointed to the strip mall. “We need descenting spray.” “Right…” I was apparently dumb because that didn’t seem like the answer to my question. I twirled my hand. “What does that have to do with the strip mall with a nail salon, a survival store, and what looks to be a tex-mex restaurant?” “Amy…where do you think descenting spray comes from?” “Same place where we get laundry stuff from. Walker’s.” Walker’s is the werewolf community’s version of a superstore. They had everything.

But alas, Mom needs my help today and I promised I’d pick her up some hot coffee on my way over to help warm her up since we’re in the middle of Autumn and in Denali, it’ll only get colder from here. Luckily, Denali wolves are built for this kind of persistent wintry climate being that we’ve been living on these snowy-capped Mountains for centuries now that we've grown almost resistant to the cold. It also helps that we're especially known for having white, fluffy fur coats in our wolf form that protect us from the worst of the winds, compared to our other shifter neighbors. I follow reluctantly behind Becca as we enter the Beanery, my mood dwindling with each step we get closer to the worst

Robert Northgate, Alpha of the Shadow Mists Pack, the largest pack in the state. He owned The Wolf’s Den Bar and Grill. He disliked being the town’s top bachelor. His reputation in the region often had him described by his good looks, protective nature, and his temper. Most of the town only thought his family was tight knit like many others in the region. But wolves stayed to themselves in packs naturally. Robert was putting the finishing touches on prepping the bar for tonight. All he needed to do now was accept the liqueur shipment. It was late, but that was expected. Sam warned him this would happen. The shop where he purchased his alcohol from changed Sam’s route.

I prevented the guard from announcing my presence and went in myself. I was about to enter their living room when I started hearing an argument from them. Apparently, they were arguing about whether to release Zendaya's wolf or not. The alpha insists on them giving back her wolf but the wife kept on yelling and threatening him not to. Another voice was pleading to release her son. The house was chaotic. I couldn't believe my ears. My eyes were literally bleeding. What kind of souls are these people? how could they go to this extent to harm a girl?

Alpha Jack finished. Luna Sara nodded. "I want her in our pack. I need to keep her safe" Sean said, passionately. The rest of the table nodded in agreement. "She would be a great addition to the pack too. An omega that powerful is extremely rare and she would help grow our numbers" Steve pointed out. Sean and Alpha Jack both growled.

A bit later we pulled up to the Kings Park Forest. “She can't have gotten too far. This is her first shift so she's going to be disorientated. It's possible her wolf is in control, by the way she acted with me, I wouldn't say she would be brave enough to just attack someone if she didn't know what was happening to her.” Aleister said as he opened the boot and grabbed some backpacks for our clothes.

I was thankful for the buzz that came on as it helped distract me from how awkward I felt in Luke’s presence. The late-August full moon was glowing above the lake, making the water sparkle. At least a hundred werewolves from our pack had come to say goodbye to Luke and a few of his fellow warriors who would be leaving on a mission the next day. It was a mix of older high schoolers, such as Lucy and me, and young warriors who trained and patrolled with Luke and his friends. Our pack was a community of about forty-five hundred werewolves located deep in the woods of northern Vermont, where humans didn’t normally venture, a heavily forested area surrounded by mountains.

But his body wasn't responding to his will, unable to speak either. Unknown to him, he was already sold for a hefty amount of money by those Costa Rican's to the two Russian Omega traffickers he was with, and in order for the buyer to get ten times of the amount of money they bought him. Penelope will be sold at an auction, and him being on heat was the greatest opportunity to get a much higher bid. Omega traffickers are mostly Beta's unaffected of any chaotic pheromones surrounding them, making the job much easier. The road was bumpy all the way, taking many route for shortcuts to avoid car inspection, and everytime the car jumped from uneven roads the pain in his body crumpled him like a p

Landon stares at the Alpha King sitting in front of him. Confusion evident in his eyes as he dares to question him again. "My apologies Alpha King but did I hear you right? You want to take that Omega along with you." Volkan just stares at him harder. His words an evidence to his irritation. "Yes. The girl is to come with me. And in exchange ,you will be given the tender to the Redwood territory" Landon couldn't believe this. Thora was a used and broken pathetic Omega of his pack. What could a powerful man like him had to do with her?