Wolves That Walk Alone Novels & Stories

Episode 108 Hidden behind the thousands of trees in the forest, a group of 26 lone wolves hide in the shadows. They make a circle round the biggest wolves in the middle They seems to be having a conversation between them. Lone wolves are called lone for a reason, a lone wolf doesn’t have a pack and never change from their original wolf skin. They do not have human forms making them maniacs in their own skin, striving to destroy anything that comes their way. They communicate to each other using their minds by means of teleport. These group of lone wolves were having such conversations.

I don’t want a mate, and she doesn’t like me. It takes about half an hour to get to the attack site. I can still smell the pungent aroma that rogues give off drifting in the air. Something about not being with a pack alters their personal scent to have an undertone of rot or decay. Wolves aren’t meant to live alone; they can go feral to the point that we can’t return to our human form after a while. I wonder if these are lone wolves passing by who need to be put out of their misery, or if it is a group traveling together.

“I –“ I was overwhelmed and in denial but the thought of a new life, a life where I was healthy and had a family, made me happy but that happiness was only a budding one, sprouting behind the darkness which was the reality that I, Jane, had died after a long battle with several illnesses. “I had a dream,” I muttered, avoiding the woman’s gaze as tears filled my eyes. “In that dream, I was - I was sick and – I had no one and then – then I died alone with no one by my side, no one to hold my hand or ask if I was fine.” I thought of the wretched life I lived and the tears poured out faster. “You will never be alone, honey,” a warm hand enveloped mine. “You have me, and your father, your brother

I still want to return to the town in one piece. I shrugged. “Nothing more.” I suppressed my lips and squeeze my balled fist to my lap. I don’t know much about wolves except for the legends circulating that I learned throughout my life; wolves only have one mate; wolves walked together in packs, and wolves can eat humans if they want to.

I looked around and saw how far the house was. I felt the tree move and my heart skipped a bit. Were they here? Was it them? I quickly turned to wolf form before anything showed up. I looked around and saw something coming. It was another wolf. Oh God! What if I fell right into the place of the wolves that were attacking people? Would they kill me without a pack? I mean I was literally alone. 'aren't you too far from home?' something said behind me and I slowly turned around only to be met by the wolf I have seen before. The one that helped me back there. The one I was attracted to.

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.

“That doesn’t mean she isn’t there. Alpha Brian was clear that there is a chance that she is there. Your grandparents are good pack members, so they are left alone.” Harley nodded and I could see that she was in conversation with her wolf. “Is that normal? To have such limited contact with someone who lives on packlands?” I could see the confusion in Harley. Because wolves were social creatures, having those who lived on their own, but on packlands, was different.

If you let me take over, I can help! I closed my eyes for a moment, wondering how Eluna could fight when I had no idea. I'd stopped questioning exactly what Eluna knew and how she knew it after the first day I'd been brought back to the pack. But I still had to admit a part of me was curious. I had been told it wasn't unheard of for a werewolf to "split" the personalities of themselves and their wolf when their wolf was weaker, especially if they were an omega. But this didn't just feel like a split...it felt like we were two separate entities.

He always got tense when I mentioned about wanting to leave. “I've been meaning to ask you.” I spoke looking at my hands so he wouldn't see the scared look in my eye. “You have told me of packs and communities. Places people are born too. I'm born to nowhere. Is there anywhere for...” I swallowed the lump forming in my throat. “For someone like me? Somewhere for abandoned wolves? Somewhere that is safe?” This was playing on my mind a lot over the last few days. Both Liam and Alice explained to me about Rogue wolves, how they live in isolation and kill and cause chaos. I didn't want to become a rogue.

And for a moment, I felt the weight of the world ease, just slightly. Later, I walked through the crowd. I spoke to the new wolves, learning their names, their stories. There was a woman whose husband had died on the road, her children clinging to her skirts. There was an old man who had walked alone for weeks, his eyes hollow from the cold. There was a young wolf, barely older than Ella, who had left his pack because they had turned loyalist. He had walked through the snow with nothing but a knife and a hope that the stories were true. I knelt beside him.