Wolves Notes Novels & Stories

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?

I glanced up, seeing Kaylee entering and handing him a washcloth that he then began to clean the blood from his chest with. "The attack today was just the start. The two wolves on our land were decoys. They were small, weak, and malnourished. Their intent was not to cause damage. They were a distraction. While we were dealing with them, the rogues were pressing in. Every time we increased our men in one area, they pushed closer in another." Parker tossed the washcloth to the table in front of him before pulling out his seat at the head of the table and offering it to Kaylee. She sat down with a small smile, her hand on her stomach, and he grabbed the seat next to her to join the rest of us,

Just get rid of everything that was so pressing and getting on your nerves. Which is what I did. White Porsche Cayenne Vadim again flaunted his greatness, and beckoning to a further plan of action. The only thing I did not take into account was two hefty mules who stepped out of the darkness and blocked my path. With a height of at least two meters, and in the shoulders no worse than Rinat, the werewolves demonstrated by their very appearance that it was better not to mess with them. The familiar cut of black formal suits over white shirts, as well as the fact that I saw them for the first time, made it clear that they were Yang's people. Both are black-eyed and dark-haired. Black wolves.

Ever since she'd seen the news about the release of Wolf in her New Reviews magazine, she'd had a feeling in her gut this was where she needed to look. Jamie had credited a lot of her information to a book titled Legends of the Werewolf. Lia had read and reread the notes her great-grandmother had handed to her in those last sad moments. Notes that told about generations past that came here from Romania and grew the pack. This had to be the book. Legends of the Werewolf. Surely there couldn't be two books with the exact same title.

I step closer to her, my heart beating slight faster in cautious hope, point at the two wolves in adjacent pens – both wolves with Rogue illness. “Yes – they are a bright angry red – how can you not see them?” She points again, completely flabbergasted at our reaction. “I can’t see any red markings.” Thomas says, then hands her the tablet, pulling up the wolf diagnostic chart and the tablet, “Show me exactly where you see them- draw the size, shape and placement exactly as you see it.”

I said as everyone nodded in agreement. “We will keep wolves on the interior border to be lookouts and warn us if anyone tries to come through.” I say as Devin nods in agreement. “I will create rune spells around the area; it will be harder for them to enter the town area.” Stella says. “We will help with that,” Marie says.

"I am going to need a significantly larger section of my notes." I held them both. Two small wolves, impossibly real. One already pressing outward — demanding, active, absolutely certain of their right to occupy space. One already watching — quiet, deep, attending to everything in the room with a complete attention that would turn out to be the most characteristically themselves thing about them.

Staring at me with pity, "Old souls like Supreme Alphas have spent years in hibernation, they are detached from the world that at this point they aren't even willing to return." She drops eye-contact like my dumbfounded stare was just too much for her, and my heart thumped down. I was afraid of what I must hear next, "Witches who practice the ancient arts are in contracts with demons. Everything demons do, they ask the sacrifices, like life force, youth, and strength; they feed off you. That ritual was experimental. There are no records that depict how you wake a Hibernating Supreme Alpha—"