Wolves That Walk Alone Novels & Stories

My white fur rippled lightly in the wind. I could hear everything. Beneath the northern snow lay a hollow. Behind the low eastern slope, a pack of hyenas waited. In the distance, a small herd of prey moved with the wind. I didn't rush in blindly like the other wolves. Instead, I pressed low, letting the wind guide me as I adjusted our route. I led my team around the snow pit, then pivoted just as the hyenas leaped, sinking my teeth into the throat of their leader from the side.

I muttered under my breath. That family was really something else. I couldn’t even stay mad at Halle anymore. But still, I couldn’t ignore the fact that the rest of the pack members would go crazy if they discovered that Halle didn’t have a wolf. She was technically their Luna. And they wouldn’t want someone without a wolf to lead them. They just didn’t have to find out about it. “What are you going to do with me?” Halle’s voice trembled, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and remorse.

What kind of person am I? "You were bit by a red. So there are two of us left in the bunch." Ravena laughed. "The horde. "Am I now one of you?" Carol appeared to be wondering if this was good or terrible news. “Yes. You can stay as long as you want. Some people become loners or rogues. For security, most people go with a pack." "How about actual wolves?" "Do they mix you up with them?"

The old wolves growled at seeing their old foe near them. Their shadows united to attack them materializing in a giant wolf, however, the claws of those birds were sharp and very strong. The giant’s eyes have been pierced and his pain can be heard in a very high sound that made the earth tremble. Wolf Paws wolves, along with their clans, took advantage of the help to coordinate in a single attack. The creature roared and howled, the attack on it was heavy, but it had a last resort. His eyes and hair became red and fury took hold of his soul. A part of it, the very feelings with which Kallias had fed them.

When they land on me, the biggest one nods in my direction and the four males cross the room like they owned the bar. Strike one. This is my bar. I didn’t like these wolves. They didn’t even need to open their mouths before deciding that. They walked with false confidence like their shit didn’t stink. “You the Alpha of this shit hole?” The biggest one asks once they have reached our booth. Strike two. This shit hole was my home. I look him in the eye. Sizing him up, knowing I could waste the piece of shit. Rolling my shoulders I easily hold the ranked wolf's gaze. I could feel Jamerson and Killian behind me ready to back me up if shit went down.

With hearts ablaze, brimming with the flickering flames of hope and unyielding determination, Zavier and Sophia, the valiant leaders of their noble pack, embarked upon a perilous journey into the boundless expanse of the great unknown. Each step they took reverberated with resolute purpose, their footfalls echoing through the hallowed silence of the untamed wilderness. And as their harmonious howls pierced the stillness, they carried with them a resounding proclamation, a melodic promise that echoed across the windswept plains: a future where humans and wolves would stride together, their paws entwined in a sacred bond of unity and understanding.

He tells me. Taking one more deep breath, I begin to walk towards the pack house with Dante. We walk in silence on the way back. After a few steps and me stewing in my own thoughts I realize that I need Dante's support more than ever. I know he is with me but sometimes I have felt so alone during the last couple of weeks. It is almost worse than living on my own because I am surrounded by so many wolves but I constantly feel like I am all alone. Reaching out my hand, I grab his and we continue our walk hand in hand until we reach the pack house. Such a small gesture really did help me to feel a little less alone for a short while. Now, it is time to get ready to inform the rest of the pack

To take that first step into an existence different from anything she'd ever known. She was alone for the moment with no one to tell her she was crazy, so she concentrated very hard. Mike? Is that you? Holy god! It was just like the book said. Black and white wolves retained the ability of human thought. Was that what allowed them to communicate telepathically? You heard me? Damn! It really works. What works? That shifters can communicate with humans chosen as their mates. Jamie nearly dropped the bowl. Mates? Did he say mates?

It was a beautiful place to grow up, and it was going to be a terrible pain when I left. Part of me always hoped I would end up like my parents, waiting an eternity to meet my mate. I didn’t want anyone, even if they weren’t my mate, I didn’t have boyfriends. I was quite happy “flying solo”. As a female wolf, I have to follow my mate to their pack. Which meant leaving my brothers, my parents, and a town that, well, they probably wouldn’t mind. Gareth knew I was daydreaming as we walked, so he just directed me where to go. When we got to our mother’s office, he patted me on the head again.

Too quiet. Rosa, Dickson, Lycan, and I walked side by side, weapons drawn. “No birds,” Rosa said. “No tracks either,” Dickson added. “That’s not normal.” Lycan sniffed the air. “They’re here.” We stopped near a clearing. That’s when we saw them. Three dead wolves. Not killed by humans. Not by blades. But torn apart. Clawed. Bitten. “We need to go back,” I whispered. “Now.”