Women Who Run With The Wolves Audiobook Novels & Stories

I thought about doing these things with Skye, and the strained delight I felt from him grew stronger, and it settled into the beginnings of bliss as he relaxed against me. We were lost in one another, searching our souls beneath the star-strewn sky. The catch in his breathing eased, and then, when there was no sound but the rustling of orange leaves, he tapped my forehead with his chin, and he began to speak. The words came out slowly, at first, hesitantly, as though he needed to build up the momentum after our period of quiet. “There are good and bad wolves, too.” “Oh, yeah?”

Oliver kept his head on a swivel, examining our surroundings yet somehow still moving over the terrain with inhuman speed, dragging me behind him as I did my best not to stumble in our race to return. The closer we got, the more wolves were out, running from their homes. Only they weren't running toward the pack house like we were. They shifted mid-step. Their clothes shredded as they launched themselves onto their four paws and took off at a sprint. They were running toward the border, toward the threat. I only wished that I could help. But a human in a war of wolves would only be a hindrance to our people. I was well aware of that. Yet while I was running to safety, they were running towar

Heck, she almost killed a girl by locking her in a classroom overnight during the harsh winter,’ the wolf’s voice got heated. A plot unfolded in my head and it was not pretty. Selene must be the evil woman who would come between the powerful Alpha and his suffering omega mate by hurting the omega and causing misunderstandings between the couple. The kind of woman that would join forces with the Alpha’s enemies to exploit his weakness which would be his virtuous omega mate. The one that ends up dead or thrown out of the pack.

Astrid's POV: My wolf moved swiftly through the dense forest with powerful legs propelling it forward with ease. The sound of her paws hitting the soft ground echoed through the woods. Her thick fur coat rippled in the wind as she weaved in and out of the trees, her sharp senses attuned to the slightest noise or movement. With each bound, my wolf covered great distances, her movements fluid and graceful. As she ran, her piercing eyes scanned her surroundings, searching for any sign of danger or prey.

Threw myself at Thomas. He backhanded me. I flew. Crashed. Tasted blood. “Pathetic,” Thomas said. “Your mate is being bound and you can barely stand. Some alpha daughter you are.” He was right. I was weak. Broken. Nothing. But I was not alone. A howl split the night. Long. Loud. Furious. Kade’s sister burst through the trees. Her black wolf was massive. Beautiful. Deadly. And behind her came more wolves. A dozen of them. Rogues. Outcasts. Survivors from the Blackwood massacre.

"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

Cass took her hand. Then save them anyway. She gathered the pack at dawn. They stood in the clearing, shivering in the cold light. Wolves and humans and things in between. She climbed onto a fallen log so they could all see her. I'm not your alpha, she said. I'm not your queen. I'm not your savior. The pack was silent. I'm a woman with a hundred and seventy-eight days left to live. And I'm going to spend those days making sure none of you ever have to be afraid of the born wolves again.

The woman tilted her head slightly. “I think you exist in a way that forces him to divide himself.” The sentence cut deeper than insult. “Between what?” Ava asked quietly. “Between Alpha and man.” Ava’s breath stalled. “You speak like those two cannot coexist.” “They cannot.” The certainty in her voice was absolute. “Not here. Not in this pack.” The woman stepped closer. Not threatening. But close enough that Ava could see the faint gold beneath her irises. “You don’t understand what it takes to lead wolves,” she said softly. “Compassion fractures authority.”

“Anyone who is tired of being beaten. Tired of being controlled. Tired of living in fear. You are welcome in Seattle pack.” No one moved. Then a female stepped forward from Grey’s group. Young, maybe twenty-five. “I want to leave,” she said. Her voice shook but she kept walking. Crossed the clearing to Seattle’s side. Grey snarled. “You dare…” “I dare.” The female stood with Dana. “I’m done being your punching bag.” Another wolf stepped forward. Male. Then another and another. Within five minutes twenty wolves had crossed to Seattle’s side. A third of Grey’s pack.

The pregnant woman ran harder, faster than I thought any heavily pregnant woman could move, disappearing deeper into the trees while the new wolves held the line. I stopped chasing her. I stayed behind, hovering, watching the battle rage. Something about those white wolves…the way they threw themselves between her and death without hesitation…pulled at me deep in my chest. Like I knew them. Like they were my people. Like I should be fighting beside them. A loud crash exploded ahead… metal screeching against metal, followed by a woman’s scream so sharp it sliced straight through my soul. “NO!” I yelled, racing forward again, heart hammering with terror.