Wolves That Walk Alone Novels & Stories

It would be best if he explained them himself. Just under an hour passed before Elias heard them arriving. He found it amusing that the old Priestess traveled alone, yet the Alpha brought half a dozen warriors, along with his Beta. Wolves were always wary around the other supernatural creatures; they themselves were the closest to humans, and the only ones truly capable of living their entire lifespans among humans. Their abilities to switch between forms left them outsiders in both worlds, always on the edge of being too much of one for the other. Though history did prove that their caution was warranted.

As a lone wolf, she had to tread carefully. Most especially after she crossed over to the region of the eastern border. One wrong move could cost her life. Lone wolves were the wolves that refused to submit to the authority of an alpha, and as a result, these wolves were considered harmful to their packs. As such, they were often kicked out of their packs because of the dangers they possessed. A wolf that wouldn't submit to the alpha was a wolf that would turn against its people, so they would most likely go rogue.

They were rogues. Rogues are wolves who don’t belong to any pack. They have no Alpha, no laws, and no training. Most times, rogues are dangerous. They live in the wild and fight to survive. They don’t know peace or order and some of them go crazy over time because they don’t have a pack bond to keep them stable. These ones in front of me, from the way they looked, they looked like they had lost their minds a long time ago. I stepped back slowly, pulling Seraya behind me. My hand gripped her wrist tightly as we both moved back together.

Devotion. The black wolf spoke again, lifting his head so Ryder could see his face clearly. “Nomads. Scattered packs. Wolves without a land, or banner, or god who claims us. We’ve survived alone for years.” His voice roughened with emotion. “But we follow strength. We follow honor. And we follow the one who protects without demanding obedience.” Ryder shook his head slowly. “You know what I am.” “We do,” the black wolf answered, stepping closer without lowering his gaze. “You walk with a curse. You bleed under it. And still you fight for a realm that no longer claims you.”

Now that Nathan had found her, he would do anything in his power to protect her and it was killing him to feel her fear. Nathan sat in a nearby chair and pulled Lila into his lap, holding her tightly, not saying a word. All around the room the other mated couples held each other for strength. The cubs sat quietly near their parents, not totally understanding the situation but knowing it was serious. No one was alone. Wolves are pack animals, Werewolves are no different. The strength of the wolf is the pack. The Council walked into the dining hall and saw the somber faces and quietly left, not wanting to intrude on the close knit pack. They would meet with the Alphas in Carr's office instead.

I couldn’t stay there and continue to face the disgrace of that day. My wolf is still weak. From time to time, he would groan within me, maybe to tell me he was still there or a sign of mourning. With every movement on the ground, my body still burned with pain. Whenever my body brushed against a tree or hit a rock, the pain would multiply. However, my will prompted me to continue to move on. If this will be my end, so be it. it was better than staying in the clan where no one cared anymore.

The other two wolves emerged from behind the mansion, their fur a darker, more foreboding shade that seemed to blend seamlessly with the shadows. The three wolves padded towards Nicholas, their eyes fixed on their Alpha with a deep, unwavering loyalty. As they drew closer, they fell into step before him, their howls merging with his in a chorus of sorrow and defiance. Together, the four werewolves stood as one, their voices echoing through the night, a testament to their unbreakable bond and their shared commitment to their pack.

I'm currently standing alone at the middle of the forest. Although I'm noticing some moves around me, and I already know that it is the wolves. So I was eagerly waiting for their arrival when the first one dashed out. He was so fast that before I could react he has already landed a punch on me sending me crush on the tree. I don't need to waste time or he will end up killing me so I quickly got back to my feet. As I said a lot of pains in my body but I managed to endure it. "What has the werewolves done to you, you are currently out of your mind you don't even know what you are doing"

Protecting the coven is at the top of their priority. The next are the werewolves, who are considered as children of the moon. They are birthed through a stone given by the Goddess herself. They come in packs and are loyal. But of course, there are instances where some may go feral because not everyone can handle the feeling of breaking all the bones in their bodies whenever they transition and being chained up. These feral wolves are something to look out for during full moons. Those who choose not to have a pack are called lone wolves. He had never seen one before. He rarely leaves the coven back then because a witch is pretty useless without his magic.

There are so many rules and stipulations that come with being in a pack. I’ve considered it, joining that is. I’m not completely stupid. The positives of a pack are that I’d have a family again. A family, that at least for the most part, understands what it’s like to be a wolf. There is some power and safety in numbers too, but they don’t know that I am a white wolf, and I don’t know what that means for me in a pack. At least alone I know that no one is going to judge me for the things I can do. The things that make me different.