Wolfwalker Oc Novels & Stories

"A rogue tracker?" "Vossler," Dexter said, saying the name like a dirty word. "A grey wolf out of the northern badlands. The guy doesn't care about pack law; he doesn't care about the neutral zone boundaries, and he tracks scent profiles like a hound. Callum's paying him fifty grand to bring back proof that you're breathing." "Let him try," I said, my jaw tightening as anger cut right through the sudden spike of fear. "I'm not the same helpless girl he dragged around the estate. I'm working a grill, I've got a clean ID, and I'm not going back to that damn house."

A rustle of snow. A shadow moved. Then— A lone wolf stepped out of the darkness. Massive. Black fur. Eyes glowing silver. Rylan stiffened instantly. “Not possible.” Kade swore. “That can’t be—” Lyra’s heartbeat tripped. The wolf lowered its head… in a bow. “What is that?” she whispered. Rylan’s voice was barely human. “A sentinel.” Lyra’s breath caught. Sentinels were ancient wolves said to serve only one bloodline—one house. A house believed extinct.

The Solar Eclipse Pack was a small pack that consisted of about 500 wolves and 100 of them were warriors. they were located in the rural parts of Virginia, more specific closer to Marion, Virginia. They have been fighting other packs around them for months,because they were the smallest pack of the packs around them. Those fight were more for territory over anything else. The strongest of any of the packs around them was the Blood Lust pack. All they cared about was power and territory.

“She likes her tent. I tried to object, but it sat empty for a few years so I finally caved and moved in.” “Where exactly are we?” I felt foolish asking. Especially because I should have been more concerned sooner. “Geographically, I mean.” “We’re on the border between Washington and Oregon. Where our tents are set up is technically Oregon, I think. But I’ve never cared much about human borders. The shifter borders are more relevant to us.” “So this whole time, Wolf Creek has been a short drive away.” I knew I couldn’t have gotten far after I fled, but it made my skin crawl thinking about how close they’d been this whole time.

We have been building our pack over the past year and would be honored if you would join us in a celebration. Our Alpha has recently found his Luna, and we are conducting a ceremony this weekend in their honor. It would be our pleasure if you could join us on this special occasion. We are The Wild Spirit pack outside the Fremont National Forest. We reside by Gearhart Mountain. We are a pack of about 200 wolves who are continuing to grow. Please do let us know if you will be able to attend. Our Alpha has heard many great things about you. He would like to discuss business with you as well, if you are interested.

Driving at a break neck speed Luca gets us to the western boarder in a record time of 3 minutes we jump out the jeep so see wolves fighting up ahead. There’s blood all over the ground as more and more wolves cross the boarder in to Moon Lake territory. Luca swears before shifting. The sounds of bones cracking and breaking to rearrange burns in my ears as he shifts right next to me.

Cat It’s our typical Monday morning on Wolfe Ranch twenty miles outside of Baker, Montana. Baker is a small town of about two thousand people but is widely known in the world. This sleepy little town had more going for it than just the cattle industry. There were other things around here to enjoy. There are three packs of werewolves that surround my property of three hundred acres. There’s one pack to the east, one to the west and one just north of us, leaving the south open to who knows what.

Her sky-blue eyes drilled holes behind Hakan’s head, flashing the three muscular men a smirk whenever their eyes would wander over to where she was. “Then, I’ll be leaving Richard in charge while I go out to the city. Check the borders, I’ve been hearing talks about rogue wolves roaming around the forest from our hunters.” The man called Richard stepped up before bowing his head, as he received orders from his alpha. The three burly men left immediately when Hakan dismissed the group, turning around to face Skye with her arms crossed and looking bored.

Four of the females were in sight and we could even see the pups. "Now Alastor is one of the biggest wolfs to be recorded in all of history. On his four paws, he gets up to six feet! As cool as it would be to see him, he never ever comes out. He has his own den there in the ba- well would you look at that! There he is!" She pointed into the pen at the huge beast walking across the dirt. She was right, he was huge. His fur was coal-black but when the light hit it just right, it had bits of red. He was shaggy but definitely not lanky like the rest of them. He looked like a bear more than a wolf. He was sniffing around, covering more ground than I could running. His huge paws came to a stop and

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.”