Wolves Of The Beyond Book Series Novels & Stories

"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

Shy, quiet and head always buried in her books. *Poor girl," someone in the row in front of me whispers. “I heard Jessica heard her telling one of her friends that she has a crush on Kaeren." Oh so she's a worshipper of the asshole as well! Too bad! Both of them shift into their wolves, Jessica's a medium sized brown wolf with brown eyes, and Emory’s a grey wolf with green eyes. “Begin!" The professor calls out.

A small, evil smile lifted my lips at the thought. I sat cross-legged on a velvet-cushioned bench, a massive leather-bound tome spread open in front of me, my fingers tracing the faded ink of a chapter titled The Luminary Wolves. The wolves in this book were dated back to the creation of the world. Their abilities were out of this world, given to them by the moon goddess herself. The description of their powers came close—very close—but it still wasn’t right.

“Now.” But it was too late. A growl came from the trees. Then another. Then ten more. Eyes glowed in the dark. Dozens of them. Rogue wolves. Huge. Scarred. Foaming at the mouth. Lycan stepped forward. “This is your only chance. Leave. Or die.” The rogues didn’t speak. They charged. **Rosa’s POV** The fight was chaotic. Snarls. Blood. Claws. I sliced one rogue’s throat, then ducked as another leapt over me.

she replied. “A bear?” I gasped. “There are bears in these woods?” “Bears, bobcats, wolves,” she said. “Its nature, my dear.” “How did you keep the bear from smelling you?” I asked. “I had the wolf scent on me,” she explained. “For the most part, bears tend to ignore wolves and vice versa.” “Do you think it’s still around?” I nervously asked. “I don’t know,” she said. “What I do know is that we’re in greater danger from those two werewolves who tried to abduct us than we are from that bear.”

Chapter Five Halle Wilder ~•~ As I packed my bags, my hands trembled with every item I folded. Maybe leaving was the best option. There was nothing here for me anymore. Who knows if I would eventually find my wolf when I get to the academy? Anywhere would be better than being with people who hurt me and ended up manipulating me to think it was for my own good. I wasn’t a child anymore, and they had no right to hide anything from me. Maybe they thought they were just trying to protect me, but I didn’t need their protection.

But instead of old stories from my grandmother’s life, the pages were scrawled with strange symbols and sketches—shorthand in her handwriting explaining the purpose of different runes and sigils. Flipping through the pages, there were sketches of wolves, and the last page that she’d written in had a detailed rendition of a nightmarish wolf-beast that made my blood run cold at the sight of it, it’s eyes smudged over with charcoal in the shape of a protective rune. My heart raced when I realized what I was holding. This was no ordinary journal, it was a spell book.

I was from Saint town and alpha was Alpha Saul, he was also the Leader of Saint town. When I was little, in the orphanage home, the caretakers told us stories about the other side of the town, it was a whole community on its own. It was called the Stray town. The tales told it was a town for the strongest of our kind, but others said it was the dwelling of the most mischievous and ambitious of our kind. The rich and powerful dwelt there. They were all red werewolves. The most powerful wolves ever lived.

The ones who never needed alliances to survive, yet lately the world has been shifting under all of us. Hunter groups vanishing. Packs uniting. Rumours of goddesses and resurrected wolves, and magic that feels older than the moon. And now a strange girl in a coffee shop, marked by something our wolves can’t name. My wolf paces with anticipation; he senses the change coming. When morning comes, I tell myself it is a simple recon mission. Bastian and I don’t need theatrics. We don’t need a parade of pack members or a show of power. We’ll go in, observe, and then leave. That is the plan.

She glanced at me as I shook my head. "They're legend. Myth." Doc's hands were shaking as he pulled out his phone, scrolling through something. "Wolves chosen by Luna herself to carry her power. They appear once every few generations, maybe longer. They're supposed to glow silver when they shift. Heal with touch. Rally packs in times of darkness." The room went quiet. Even the sounds of cleanup outside seemed to fade. "That's not real," Jolie whispered. "I've seen a lot of impossible things tonight." Doc turned his phone around. On the screen was an old drawing, faded and cracked. A silver wolf surrounded by light, standing over fallen enemies. "Does that look familiar?"