Wolves Brotherhood Novels & Stories

"What's wrong," "Packs are been attacked by Werebears and rogues, there was an attack at our borders and the Eastern packs," My brother informs me, taking off his jacket and shifting into his huge white wolf. It left the others gasping in awe at the magnificent wolf that takes off in the direction of his pack.

The sight before me was chaotic: Tatiana lay unconscious on the ground, while two large wolves were locked in a fierce standoff. Percival’s wolf and my brother’s wolf were in the middle of an intense confrontation. My brother’s wolf, exuding a cooler demeanor, clashed with Percival’s, each animal growling and snapping with determination. The argument was over who should care for Tatiana—Nixx, her partner, or Percival, the father of her pup. The tension in the air was palpable, the growls echoing the fierce rivalry between them.

“Awoo...” Suddenly, in the quiet night, clear howls of wolves echoed. “Awoo...” “Awoo...” “Awoo...” A series of howls followed the first, as if a pack of wolves were approaching their camp. “Wolves!” Kate’s expression changed slightly. “Let’s go and take a look,” Andrius frowned and said to the Black Hawk. As the three of them emerged from the tent, members of the four major families and the Medicine Sect also came out of their tents.

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

The two brothers, their black and white coats contrasting one another like night and day. I had seen this many times before in my own tribe. Even siblings fought. We werewolves are passionate beings. The men especially. Witnessing a few brawls between brothers before, I could feel the tension in the air. Adam drew nearer and Dean, now fully transformed, pounced forward. The two powerful wolves bared sharp pangs at each other — a signal for battle.

“He wouldn’t use me.” “He already is.” The tears came before I could stop them. Hot. Blinding. I wiped them away angrily. “You don’t know him.” “I know strategy.” My chest hurt like something was clawing from the inside. “He wouldn’t build something that cages wolves,” I whispered. “He believes he’s freeing them.” That hurt worse. Because I could almost see it. My brother standing in front of a group of angry wolves. Talking about strength. About fighting back. About never being victims again.

The Paine brothers promised to take me to see it at Christmas, and even booked the flights. But the next day, rogue wolves suddenly attacked our pack, and my parents sacrificed themselves to save the former Alpha family. Before the incident, our pack's Alpha and Luna were rallying the entire werewolf alliance to form a research team to Beta Wolf Enhancement program that could wipe out the rogue wolf groups that frequently waged war. This was an extremely important mission.

She read, barely audible to even herself. “That’s who I work for.” He said, “I belong to the blood moon pack, Emma. And Tom belongs to the darkstar pack. Our packs have been in alliance for the longest time, and have formed the pillars of the brotherhood that I work for.” “What is this brotherhood?” She asked, quizzically. “It was established many years ago by the werewolves in order to safeguard their relationship with other species living with us. Mainly the humans.” He said, “Anytime there is a threat to that harmony, the brotherhood intervenes and removes the risk of causing any disruption.”

I was going to be scared and worried too, there was no two ways about that. “Before you misquote me,” he began, stuttering and trying to control the trembling of his hands, “I never said that the brotherhood had a hand in the vandalization that occurred the previous night. I'm only stating that there were wolves there, although it pains me to say this.” I nodded, standing up and addressing him on behalf of the brotherhood. I could see Tristan squirm in his chair, and I could tell that he was annoyed that I was talking so gently, agreeing to be diplomatic instead of fighting.

Then, Arfak was released in the presence of Ba'reel, and Ba'reel in the presence of Balthazar alone, who would withhold from shifting until the passing of the moon. Many of the wolves knew each other as men from the time before the informants became an issue, but because of the cycling of wolves as their spirits laid to rest and another entered their godforsaken brotherhood, there was always someone new to join the wolf pack, and it was because of this that Balthazar insisted on the strong hierarchical lines which resulted in the protected human identities of the pack leaders.