Wolves In Walking Dead Novels & Stories

There was a tale passed through generations, reaching the 21st Century, about a group of werewolves’ special mutation that brings out dormant abilities from a family’s genetic line. They were said to be marked and blessed by the moon goddess for they were the first of her followers. They were given the title of Legacy Wolves, keeping up their tradition and passing on their special traits through their children.

“Micah?” “I’m here.” “What do you see?” For several seconds, only the faint sound of wind came through the phone. Then Micah answered. “Wolves.” Elena looked toward Ryan. “How many?” Roland asked. “At least twenty.” The number was bad enough, but Micah wasn’t finished. He explained that the wolves weren’t restrained or being herded into the building. They moved freely around the property, carrying equipment and unloading vehicles alongside the humans. Whatever Peter had gathered at Blackwater wasn’t simply a collection of corrupted prisoners. Ryan’s expression told Elena he understood the significance too.

“We don’t… want … to hurt… you,’ my breaths are ragged, and I can barely form words. Even though I’m sure Jason has mind-linked him with the same information, he is still baring his teeth in an attack position. Jason sits back on his hind legs beside me as I bend forward, catching my breath. “We are looking for survivors from the Howler’s Pack,” I say when I have my speaking capability back. “We don’t want to hurt you. We are traveling across the country to find other survivors like us,” I finish, and he at least stops growling at us. Jason shifts back next to me, and the brown-grey wolf cocks his head, staring at him. “I should’ve picked up your clothes on the way,” I grumble under my breat

Carefully moving off of the hospital bed, I walk out into the lobby. Standing there looking a little apprehensive is Bash, still disguised as Alpha Davis. Next to him are Gamma Cameron McCoy, Alpha Mariana Silvers and her Luna Stella, Jeffrey, Roderick, and to my surprise Beta Caroline Reed. Behind them is an assortment of other wolves from the pack, each of them sharp-eyed and in control, unlike the wolf zombies running around outside the clinic. "Beta Reed," I take a step forward. "How are you here right now?"

Orla only had time to scream, and then there was silence. "Ezra William" Selina didn't care anymore. She looked at the wolf beside her and called out a familiar name. That black-haired wolf was indeed Ezra William. It understood and leaned forward to let Selina climb up and sit on her back. Ezra commanded the remaining two wolves, "You two should dispose of her body." The other two Wolves received the order and transformed into a human to quickly clean up the body. The two wolves had now turned into two highly handsome men.

For Nicholas, the barcode was a blessing in disguise when because of it, all the werewolves were prohibited to do bad things, not just for their kind but for the humans as well. For that same reason, furious and hungry wolves, who love to stain their sharp claws and fangs with drops of blood, especially those ruthless alphas and Lunas have been dormant for years similar to a puppet. And he hasn’t heard any news about those merciless killings, colonization of other packs, and those unreasonable tortures all over the city.

It made me think about how many could be walking around right now and I couldn’t accurately tell. “It would be nice to be able to know what types of creatures are in the area,” I think out loud. Alec looks glazed over for a minute then looks back at me with a smirk. “There are 4 wolves nearby, 1 light witch who’s not very powerful, and 2 bears.” It takes a minute for me to regain my composure before I can respond. “You motherfucker! Are you kidding me right now? Can you really tell that information? What, do you smell them or something?”

Ash. His back was to her, but it was unmistakable—the broad shoulders, the dark hair, the way he stood with military precision. He was clad in the armor of a general, his raven-crest insignia gleaming in the candlelight. She could feel the breath catch in her chest, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs. Was it really him? Was he here, in front of her, as the empire’s prized weapon? Nia took a step forward, her feet moving of their own accord. But before she could close the distance, a chill swept through her. The hairs on her neck stood on end as if her wolf soul recognized him even before she could see his eyes.

Michael laughed. "I enjoy running with Carson. When I need to go faster, he shifts and I run with Eckley." Colm looked at his brother, "You let your girl run with your wolf. What the fuck is wrong with you?" Michael looked disgusted. "Why would you do that?" "What?" I said. "What's wrong with me running with Eck?" Colm looked at me, "If you were shifting and letting your wolf run with Eckley, that would be normal. But male wolves shouldn't be running with females in their human form."

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.