Wolves In Los Angeles Novels & Stories

“Who?” I lowered my head in disgrace, “Lisa.” Nathaniel burst out into laughter, “That bitch? She deserved it.” “What?” I asked, snapping my attention towards the strange wolf. “She is the worst of all the humans here, she runs experiments on cubs and pregnant women. She deserves all that you gave her and more.” Nathaniel chuckled lightly, his eyes littered with humour.

Los Altos Hills, California, a beautiful cityscape with an alluring view; is home to not just the high and mighty families of the United States of America but also to dangerous men such as Andrew Tate aka Wolf. He runs the streets of Los Altos Hills and dominates the darkest hours of the night, even bringing this darkness into daylight. Amanda stood in front of the most feared man in California, her legs shaking beneath her. Her body was soaked in her sweat. He was roasting her with his core male chauvinistic attributes and gangsterism.

His wolf was no longer at the surface as he took in her scent, breathing her in and knowing his daughter was safe. I rubbed Luara's back for a minute before Torey took my hand and pulled us out of the cell and up the stairs. Torey stared at the bodies as he guided me out, I kept mine forward not wanting to see. He led us to the cars, where most of our wolves were occupying, the ones that were badly injured were within the cars, as the others prepared to run back to our territory. Luke and Jason were there, and both rushed over to check on Luara and me. I hugged them both and they soon left, needing to get their wolves back, some needed urgent medical care.

I wondered if I had any markings on my face. Then I remembered there was a lake nearby! I could go there and see my reflection. My father watched me for a moment and I saw him give me a slight nod. That was all I needed. I began to run from the circle, running out of the pack's encampment. As I ran, I marveled at all the new sensations I could feel in this form. The earth beneath my paws felt amazing, the wind in my fur was incredible. So lost in all the sensations, I didn't realize that I had been followed by another wolf. I looked over, instantly realizing the wolf was Greyson. His wolf was almost as large as my father's, however while my father was black, Greyson was a dark grey and his e

It could have been self-defense from their weapons or they just blamed him for he was a werewolf. "Wait," I stopped Cali as she began to walk away. She paused. "My kind doesn't know about the second pack werewolf leader, what if I try to tell them about it?" I suggested to her. "They would never believe," Cali retorted. "I could try very hard," I was determined to help her. "They won't!" she got angry with me. "How are you so sure if we haven't tried?" I asked. "Because he will turn them against you," said Cali.

Eddie asked me, snapping me back to the situation at hand. "Yea man, I'm good. Lunar's just getting a kick out of Nova kicking Jocelyn and her wolf's asses, replaying it and adding his own commentary." I replied chuckling at Lunar's antics. "So is Sledge. He is utterly amused. These wolves are fucking sadists dude." He chuckled as he shook his head.

Walking the dark, empty streets of Culver City, somewhere in Los Angeles, with no traces of crimes heard or seen. The streets of the city seemed safe for even a baby to crawl on without his mother having to worry. Maxmillian Knight, a shape-shifting Alpha werewolf, the last of his kind, lived for two centuries, with his hair disheveled under the cool breeze. He reached a pleasure park, seeing how empty it was, no single soul or shadows were seen, his werewolf scent couldn't sense anyone in the park or far from the park. Maxmillian Knight looked troubled, he sat down on a chair in the park, crossed his legs, and placed both his hands on his laps.

I fished it out, thinking it was another message from Kade, but it was an email. ‘Dear Alpha Carter, Recently, wolves in my pack, as well as many other packs on the West Coast, have contracted a mysterious illness that causes extreme behavioral changes, including bouts of wild mania. In my research to curb this situation, I learned that a similar occurrence happened in New York, and you were at the center of it. You’ve also apparently created an effective antidote, which is definitely of interest to me. Thus, I invite you to Los Angeles, California, hoping you will grace us with your presence and expertise.

Even the younger wolves, normally bounding with energy, moved with caution, eyes darting nervously. Then I saw him. Lukas Hale. He was near the armory, hands resting lightly on the weapon rack, eyes scanning the room with a calm that made my fur bristle. Calm. Too calm. I froze, instincts screaming. Lukas. My trusted defender, the elite Blackridge Wolves defenseman, the wolf I’d relied on countless times during games and pack drills. My friend. And now…something darker hovered around him. He turned his head, catching my gaze. A slow smile curved on his lips—one that didn’t reach his eyes. That smile carried calculation, malice, satisfaction. And in that instant, all the subtle hints, all the

"Are the Crystal Lake wolves playing nice?" Leyton’s expression darkened, a line forming between his brows. "The females are mostly fine. Most have already pledged to Agate or Westwood and moved out of the territory. But the males are a problem. Most of them refuse to submit to a new Alpha. Some fled and became rogues. Others are still in the woods, trying to start a resistance." He stepped closer, his scent of salt and cedar hitting me like a physical wave. "That’s why you’ll have a guard detail at all times. It isn't safe for you to wander alone." I shrugged. "Luciano already had guards on the plane. I’m used to it."