Wolves Notes Novels & Stories

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.

POV: Luna I find the note the next morning. It's slipped under my dorm room door, sealed with dark red wax. No name. No return address. Just a symbol pressed into the wax. A wolf's head with crossed claws behind it. I don't recognize it. "What's that?" Nova asks, still half asleep. "I don't know." I break the seal and unfold the paper. The handwriting is sharp and angular, like whoever wrote it was angry. "Eclipse Wolf,

A rack in January tells you about oil and glass and nothing whatever about a hill in the dark four weeks ago. Ames read the edges of his extract before anything inside them. "The ordinary alarm and response book. For that night the page holds the call — the hour raised, the wolf who raised it, the general tasking that went out, and the hour it was stood down. Roads. Gates. The ridge road. The house. I copied the entries either side, and the book has not moved." "Now the other half," Mara said. "In this source there is no line where a wolf is entered by name on arrival and struck off on return, and no count taken by side of that meadow. Apart from the wolves who raised the call and closed it,

Everything that followed was quiet and uneventful. She dealt with a pack of three eyed wolves that were slightly bigger than her. Their eyes glowed bright red. Their coats were a shiny coal black that could bristle like a porcupine. Their impeccable teamwork made them tricky to handle, but Vanora found and targeted their weak points. Once she did, the wolves easily fell one by one.

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 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.

"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.

Another roar rumbled the Earth but this time it was not what sucked the life out of me. The men in front of my eyes had turned into monsters. Unnatural and terrifying big wolves. Not wolves... these wolves stood up like humans. "Oh, my Lord! Make it a delusion." I mumbled as my wits left me. The monster-cum-Jordan eyes fell on me when I tried to make an attempt at life. He snatched me up by the waist in his claws. "God, let it be a dream! Please!" I took a breath in to shout my heart out as my last ditch effort before death when another scream breached the cruel forest.