Wolves In Walking Dead Novels & Stories

The wolves and bears crashed into each other with a loud thud and there were roars and growls coming from everywhere. I looked to see where the other wolves were and a lot of them were still preoccupied but I mind linked them and told them that when they finish with the leeches that they’re killing, get to Jackson. Colt has werebears. And immediately, they all knew what that meant. And they became more aggressive towards the vampires because they knew that they had to get to Jackson.

Adasha The wolves emerged silently, their golden eyes gleaming with intensity. Their movements were deliberate, practiced, and lethal. I froze, my breath catching in my throat. How had they gotten so close without me sensing them? I cursed myself for my lapse in vigilance. The relief of escaping Randy had blinded me to the dangers of these unfamiliar woods. There were too many of them. My heart raced as I took in their numbers—this wasn’t a rogue ambush. These wolves belonged to a pack. Their scent carried strength and unity, and judging by their size and discipline, they were Betas. Fierce, loyal, and utterly unforgiving.

This felt like someone had cut her off. A sharp bolt of anger replaced the panic. She took another breath, slowing her racing thoughts. She needed information. “Where am I? Who took me? And most importantly—how do I get out?” The heavy wooden door groaned open. Willow’s head snapped up as five wolves entered the room. Rogues. She knew the scent before she even saw them—unwashed, unclean, wild. Their eyes flickered between golden and black as they studied her. But they weren’t the threat.

To take that first step into an existence different from anything she'd ever known. She was alone for the moment with no one to tell her she was crazy, so she concentrated very hard. Mike? Is that you? Holy god! It was just like the book said. Black and white wolves retained the ability of human thought. Was that what allowed them to communicate telepathically? You heard me? Damn! It really works. What works? That shifters can communicate with humans chosen as their mates. Jamie nearly dropped the bowl. Mates? Did he say mates?

Another guy stood up, "I'm Ralph Bensen, a member of the beta hounds pack too. I like trekking. If you like to go trekking sometime, I'm pleased to help you." Lucian hit on Ralph's shoulder and made him sit in his place. "I'm Jacob Elrod, member of stealth Mane pack." "I'm Teo, a human." looked at the guys beside him and made a smile at me. "I'm Rudina Hart, alpha female of a howling jaws pack. Nice to meet you, Ms Hopper." Why are there so many werewolves in this class than humans? I saw the guy who helped me from the bus terminal to the school. The talkative guy? He's in this class too?

She knew Sienna was shady anyway, I focused my rage on the meat to spare her pretty face. Werewolves? What the fuck! The only thing I heard about was Lycans and that Supreme Alpha. "The Supreme Alpha's return made quite an uproar but not as much as the sacrifice that survived." She took a pause, "Paint me surprised when I took a close look at the scratch marks and your insatiable hunger—" Before she could spout another word, I interrupted her, "What are you?" "A witch." Somehow I don't doubt that.

When we reach my fathers packhouse's front yard I see the wolves gathered there. “HELP!!!” I hear a male voice. I make my way toward the front of the group who all seem to be stunned. Walking up the driveway are the largest group of wolves I have seen, some in wolf form, some in human form. Those in human form look to be bleeding heavily and are dirty, they look like they have been to war. My eyes zero in on a wolf running through the center of the pack, blood covering his body carrying a body in his arms.

I had to tell Cole. Cole was our Alpha and he would know exactly what to do with this information. What my brother and the other wolves dont know is that our pack has been under attck by witches using black magic. Dead wolves have been found around the territory with their hearts ripped out and turned to sludge. Weird symbols were carved into their bodies.

The growl sounded again, making Moses curse under his breath. “Keep moving,” I said, not caring if my voice could be heard. “Stay behind me. If something comes, I’ll deal with it alone.” We stepped forward again, slower this time, walking closer to the sound. Then, I saw two glowing eyes appear in the dark ahead. It was red and I knew immediately that it wasn't Caleb, but a rogue wolf. It crouched low, bared his teetth, and blocked our way. The female whimpered, clinging to the wall. “He found us.”

Caleb stood up, grabbing his staff. "They found us," he hissed. I stood up, my heart racing. I looked into the darkness of the trees. Four wolves emerged. They weren't Council warriors. They were Rogues—large, scarred males with hungry eyes and mangy fur. They didn't have packs. They lived by stealing and killing. "Well, well," the leader growled, shifting into a tall, muscular man with a jagged scar across his throat. "Look what we found. A little omega and an old man."