Wolves Notes Novels & Stories

ROWAN NB: Conversations between characters and their wolves are made internally. “Now, what do you have for me?” “I gave him the note as you requested,” Alden says as he walks towards me to hand me a disk. “It took a while for him to get what you wanted but he got it.” I take the disk for him before placing it into my laptop. A few clicks later and a series of moving images play before me. Different, unfamiliar wolves can be seen moving around the city in one video, on another we can see two different sets fighting with each other, while a few others watch from the sidelines.

The book lay open between them, the aged pages worn and delicate, the ink faded but still legible. The illustration stared back at them—two wolves beneath an eclipsed moon, one black, one white. Tangled together. Bound. Selene traced the image with her fingertips, her pulse thrumming in her ears. “The Wolves of the Eclipse,” she murmured, repeating the words as if saying them aloud would somehow bring more clarity. Theoden leaned in beside her, his piercing blue eyes fixed on the text. “What does it say?”

He informed me as he held it out for me to take. I delicately took it from him when I saw how old and fragile it looked, with the binding of it covered in dust. I stared at the cover which was a dark blue, and an engraved Golding band around the edge with a sketch of a black wolf in the middle. Just above the wolf it said, ‘The sacred wolves of the night’. “Are there any books on the other breeds of wolves?”. I asked him curiously. “No, just that one, and if you give it a read, you’ll soon find out why”.

Erya, too young to understand fully, absorbed everything like a shadow. We walked through the clearing slowly, noting the subtle shifts in movement. Wolves who had once scattered or ducked behind others now lingered nearby, observing without obvious fear. Some approached cautiously, offering small pieces of information, fragments of rumor, changes in patrols or schedules. Every interaction, however minor, mattered. Influence moved quietly, threading through these gestures, and each wolf was learning that presence alone could be a statement.

You should know something about wolves a spectacular answer you wrote down in your test, a quick resort you are the leader to your group, Okay class nadir want to brief us quickly about wolves but I'd love for her to expatiate further on Luna's in power" Tabitha seats up certain that the teacher knows something, he isn't the type to go into animals neither is he the type to talk this Much during class, his normal routine of coming into class writing on the board and dishing out assignments then finally walking out if the class but today he's actually having a conversation about wolves with nadir!!!!, She could smells something fishy, certainly he must be cooking up something suspicious, Nadi

Wolves filed in twos and threes, the air layered with scents—fur, metal, coffee, and nerves. This time, there were banners. Not just the old Voss crest, sharp and solitary in gold and green, but smaller flags bearing the sigils of allied packs and a new, simple emblem projected on the back wall: three interlocking arcs in white on dark gray. Alpha. Beta. Luna. Aiden stood near the stage steps, talking quietly with Rylan and Devera, his posture relaxed enough to fool no one who knew him. Lyra watched from the side aisle as she came in, Mei and Rhea flanking her like security detail in street clothes.

"And then the debt collectors will come for both of us and seize pack lands, and every wolf in Crescent Moon Pack will lose their homes because you were too selfish to accept your fate. Can you live with that?" The trap closes around me so perfectly I almost admire the cruelty. He knows I cannot let the pack suffer for his mistakes, recognizes I have spent three years protecting these wolves from his incompetence, and admits I will choose their safety over my freedom. "You are a monster," I say. "I'm a realist." He responds by straightening his jacket like we just finished a pleasant conversation. "You were never going to give me an heir anyway, too defective for that. At least this way you

"Nothing personal, little Luna. You just happen to be in the way of my destiny." "No!" I try to scramble backward but the silver ropes burn and hold me in place. "Please, don't do this!" "It'll be quick. I promise." He raises the machete above his head. "Just close your eyes." "No, no, please!" I'm screaming now, pulling at the ropes even though they're burning my skin. "Somebody help me!" The door to the shack explodes inward. Two massive wolves storm through the broken doorway, snarling and snapping. One is black as night with green eyes. The other is dark brown with eyes like warm chocolate.

I was quick to dodge it, eventually set up, and grab that same paw with my mouth, and bit down so hard that I heard the bones crack, the wolf howl in agony, that I was able to get up, and reach for his neck, just like that I snap it, and threw that lifeless wolf to the side. The sandy brown wolf jumps in mid-air, leaving his whole front body open. So all I did was extend my claws and claw from the chest all the way down to the wolf testicles removing them. Once that wolf hit the ground he bleeds out, killing him instantly. The last wolf was the black and white one, gotten so scared, started running I went after the wolf with all my years running, it finally paid off

“I just had to sneak out because it’s a full moon and I didn’t want anybody to know that I didn’t have a wolf.” “Ohhh.” She muttered under her breath. “But you told me you found your true mate, right?” I nodded. “Yes.” “So he didn’t figure out that you were wolfless? How did your wolves sense each other?” She asked, lowering her voice. I blinked at her question, my throat suddenly dry. “I don’t…. I don’t know.” I replied, confusion creeping into my tone. “I just felt it. I don’t know how. But I know that he's my true mate. One can’t deny the connection.”