Wolfwalker Oc Novels & Stories

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 it’s a living.” A rumble outside makes the clerk stand up and peer out the window behind him at the waste, wondering who would come in this close to sunset. There are some locals who make a living out here, and some adventurer types who want to see the sights in their camper vans and motorcycles, but he wasn’t expecting anyone to return today… He frowns as he watches a single ATV approach, kicking up dust behind it towards the setting sun. The clerk’s eyes go wide as the ATV pulls close enough for him to see the seriously gigantic guy driving it – clearly a wolf, and an Alpha at that.

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.

A shiver raced down my spine. I wasn’t supposed to be out here, far from our pack neighborhood in Oxbow, Oregon. This area marked the state line between Idaho and Oregon, where someone in our pack could easily trespass onto Idaho land and cause problems with the neighboring royal adviser. There was no telling who these wolves were.

It was just an average day in fucking this pack. Blue Crest was a medium-sized pack situated in Northern Texas with about three hundred members. It was not the most breathtaking territory or anything, but we did have decent woods that had a good selection of game. Wolves loved to hunt, but we were not allowed to hunt. It was a crock of shit if you asked me. I thought about leaving many times, but I could not leave the Omegas alone to deal with all of this by themselves. It did not always feel like I made a significant difference, but I would do anything for them.

I let the silence stretch. People became uncomfortable when silence lasted too long. That discomfort often revealed more than words. Finally, I looked toward a dark-haired vampire sitting halfway down the table. "Report." The response came immediately. "We've confirmed movement among multiple factions." "Specifics." The vampire opened a folder. "Wolf activity has increased across California, Nevada, and Arizona." I folded my arms. "Wolves from which territories?" "Independent rogues primarily." That wasn't surprising. The rogues had always been easier to manipulate.

" It was planted on the wolf who had just escaped. So, we want you to find out where he is and where he's heading to. " "Okay Mrs Johnson" she got to work immediately using Mrs Johnson's laptop, she kept on typing away on it. "What's the code on the bug? " she asked. "9864. " I told her, thank God I glanced at the code before placing it on that Wolf's neck. "Okay" She continued typing, and everything was going just fine with the way she handled the computer. Until she got what we wanted... The Moon Walker Pack location. ~~~~ Moon Walker Pack Victor was boiling in anger and both Andrew and Marl were making everything more annoying to him because of their silence.

A week at an exclusive resort with real-live wolves shouldn’t be too bad. * * * “Okay, gentlemen. What’s your take on our first month of business? Is Feral Passions going to work, or did I just sink a shitload of money into a stupid idea?” Traker Jakes stared into his mug of draft beer as if it offered up the secrets of the universe. “It’s a great design.” Brad Martin wiped down the polished redwood bar with a damp rag and then threw it into a bin under the sink, but he turned and winked at his buddy.