Wolves In Los Angeles Novels & Stories

"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."

The years of dealing with the scourge of the planet has sucked all the enthusiasm for the mission out of my heart, so much so that I can’t even give the miserable little Snowberg a proper reprimand. “I apologize, ma’am,” he continues. “We know there are wolves remaining in Northern California. Our fiend sensors definitely detect something. The problem is that since they don’t live in a hive, we can’t pinpoint their exact location. I assure you, ma’am,” he continues, “that as soon as we identify their hiding place, we’ll be prepared to eradicate the problem.” “The problem,” I spit out, “is that my father hired imbeciles instead of professionals who can get the job done. We should have been do

Told myself there was no way in hell I actually saw a half-man, half-wolf thing in the alley, threatening to eat me. I mean, come on—this is Hollywood, California. We don’t have wolves here. Coyotes? Sure. Plenty of those. But no real wolf populations live anywhere near L.A. So I buried the memory. Blamed my tiredness. Blamed Tony and his weird obsession with Halloween in March. And I successfully kept all thoughts of that night locked away. Until now. I'm standing in David's bedroom and howls of wolves are echoing from all directions. I know I'm not hallucinating, because David can hear them too.

Cain had been an ideal lover—thoughtful and sincere, teasing and funny—and his conversational subject matter after their marathon sex had certainly been fascinating. Her head was still spinning, but in surprisingly great directions. They passed by the pool where the three women from L.A. were hanging out with four men and a couple of wolves she didn’t recognize. There was no sign of Brad or Trak, though she saw a large wolf lying on the deck in the shade. As she got closer, she recognized it as the one she’d decided—if these men actually were werewolves—was Evan.

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.

Immediately I drew nearer to them, I perceived that odour, the Wolf's odour, the guests are wolves. "Why are we having wolves here??" I required. "Wolves??????" Mr Agent asked confusedly, I nodded my head at him. "Here!" Mrs Johnson stretched out a paper to Mr Agent and I, I collected it from her and read it loudly. "Hello Mrs Johnson, we are the camp you sent the letter to, we are in Los-Angeles. You see, for you to conquer a wolf, you have to use a wolf and then if you want to conquer a very powerful wolf like Alpha Victor, you will have to use wolves to guarantee your success. So that's why we send to you wolves and not human but they can still be your friends. And well, we didn't need yo

It felt calm and peaceful. Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound behind the trees and grass. Leah's instincts were strong. She felt that someone was watching her. She thought it was Paul. When she turned around, she was surprised to see a pack of wolves surrounding her. "Who are you?" one of the wolves asked. Leah was astonished to hear that the wolves could speak like humans. They approached Leah and scared her. "Don't come any closer, I don't want to hurt any of you," Leah warned.

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

But Xander was practically rolling on the ground with laughter. "Oh! I'm sorry, Luna!" one of the wolves said. "We're not used to seeing you in your wolf form." "Also, it's a pack rule not to jump over the Compound wall," another wolf added. "We're supposed to go to the gate to be admitted." "It's okay, guys," Elias said, trotting up. "She's with us. We were racing back from hunting, and she didn't know." "No problem!" the third wolf replied. "Guys, back to your posts!"

In one swipe, I cut off the bitten area. 'PAT' She jerked back, her eyes cautioning. Good. "So you would know about Sienna too." She scoffed as if what I said was in itself absurd, "That she's from the filthy dogs, Werewolves?" She scoffs, "So is the other half of the city. It wasn't even worth mentioning." I cut pieces by piece, slicing off only the parts that could give away my ruse. Sally wisely kept her mouth shut. She knew Sienna was shady anyway, I focused my rage on the meat to spare her pretty face.