Wolves Notes Novels & Stories

Careful handwriting ran alongside it, translating each line. I read quickly. Two bonded wolves. A blood circle. A witness who held no claim on either party. Both wolves speak the release aloud at the same moment. The notes beneath it were blunt. Painful. Destabilizing. Both wolves would remain weakened for up to a week. Dangerous if either wolf was already injured or exhausted. My eyes moved to the final section. The name. The practitioner was required to anchor the ritual safely. The one person capable of preventing the wolves from tearing themselves apart during the break.

The unnatural noise was even harsher to her wolf senses. The crack between the door and the frame revealed a large control room. Lily peeked inside. Rebel and the Scottish wolf from earlier stood in front of the adjacent wall, both their backs facing her as Rebel fiddled with the intercom’s dial. The wall they watched sported a large map of the United States. Small multicolored lights were scattered across the map’s surface, some lit, others not. But the two rebel wolves seemed to be focused on one particular unlit bulb in Montana. Not far from Wolf Pack Run.

It was a handwritten note, the ink smudged but still legible: "Potential Moonbound Wolves. Monitor closely. Signs: delayed shifts, heightened instincts, unexplained resilience." My blood ran cold as I read the words. Moonbound Wolves. I’d heard the term in passing, whispered in old stories and bedtime tales, but I’d always dismissed it as a myth. Something to entertain pups, not something real. But then it also reminded me of that photo of the lake that I saw that day. Does he think that these wolves exist? But this note—this wasn’t just a story to him. This was a directive. I turned back to the shelf, scanning the titles again, my hands trembling. What had my father been researching? What w

I scream at her but she doesn’t move, and doesn’t take her eyes off the wolf either. That’s when I feel it, there’s something holding her back. “What is it, girl?” “This wolf…it’s…” “It’s what?” I ask but Ida doesn’t finish her sentence. I study the wolf and notice that its eyes are not red (a symbol of a rogue wolf) so it isn’t a rogue or evil wolf but its eyes are unique. They are of different colours. One is a deep green and the other, the colour of a storm cloud –grey. This wolf feels strangely familiar to me though.

POV UNKNOWN They screamed beautifully. Not together—that would have been crude. No, the music came in waves. A sharp cry cut short in a corridor. A choking gasp behind a barracks door. A howl that rose instinctively toward the pack before shattering into silence. Each sound found its place, layering into something almost orchestral. Wolves believe unity makes them strong. They believe their bonds will warn them. That their senses will save them. Belief is such a fragile thing.

“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.

Oscar vigorously shook his head. “It was more than just being in pain,” he said. “Most of the time, wolves bond with us. It’s on rare occasions that we meet what we’d call a rebel. You have before you, one of the rebels. We don’t meet wolves of his nature often, thank goodness.” I slid my fingers through the wired opening so that the wolf could lick them. “That’s so difficult to believe,” I mused. “Lisa,” Kenzie warned, “don’t press your luck.”

I didn’t respond, because I didn’t know if I had chosen anything—or if I’d simply been cornered. The howling started just after midnight. Not the rhythmic howls of a patrol or a wolf singing to the moon. This was guttural. Desperate. Like bones cracking under pressure. “Babe get up,” I parted Lisendra, “Can you hear the howls.” “Yes, I do hear them.” She said, in something like panic. We stood up from where we laid. Although I was an Alpha but I could still feel my fingers twitch, “Rogues,” I growled, already shifting into my wolf before the words fully left my mouth.

If felt weird but if it would get me to prove my point well, I don’t mind. ‘I have to pay a visit to the moonstone forest and retrieve a document that was buried there under the stones. It is an ancient genealogical map;’ I shifted to the other side and continued, ‘going back to the First Wolves and the clan lords. It will show that the information I have gathered is true. The man bent down again and looked into my eyes. Every time he did this, my wolf became restless. There was something his presence did to me. I was locked in his eyes, but his voice knocked me back to the present.

A good omen. Most of the pack decided to remain in their wolf form for now and were moving towards the compound. Guillame and Jószef trotted back towards the main house. Suddenly the younger wolf stopped, his nose high in the air. His ears were pricked forward and he didn't move a muscle. Guillame watched him closely. What was going on? He saw Jószef cock his head to the left and watch a group of females crossing the open compound. Guillame was ecstatic. She was here. But which one was she?