Women Who Run With Wolves Novels & Stories

Mj turned around as more than a dozen wolves came into view, they were swinging through the trees and leaping over one another on the ground as they made their way toward her. Mj smiled and let another howl rip from her chest, this time it carried with it the sorrow she felt for families torn apart and love lost, she also let the sadness and depression of her own childhood float out of her mouth and toward the moon. As Mj looked around she noticed that all of the wolves had stopped dead in their tracks and were simply staring at her. Mj squared her shoulders and on a whim she walked toward them instead of away until she stopped in front of the revolving line of heaving beasts. “I surrender

They were just women, and they were becoming friends. Wolf shifters were so different to the humans she’d grown up with. These women weren’t competing for men. They worked together and supported each other. Giving advice and commiserating over everything. Whether it was lacking a man in their life, to their pups growing up too fast, or even mates doing strange things. No subject seemed off limits, and it could end up as the funniest tale.

My entire existence shifted, and in no time, my vision became better, my senses grew stronger, and I started feeling my wolf’s power. Following our instincts, we decided to run as fast as possible without wasting any time. My wolf and I do indeed have some privileges since it’s our pack territory in which the run is held. We also know every zone here. Also, as females, we start the run an hour earlier than males. My wolf and I made our way toward the nearest lake. The last thing we want is for my scent to be tracked by Noah or the stranger. Meanwhile, while swimming in the lake, we heard howls that declared that the males had joined the run.

She says now after the moment of silence, steering the topic away from what had happened seconds ago. “Weekly run?” “It’s something we do around here. During weekends, security around the borders is doubled so that the weaker wolves consisting of women and disabled get the chance to run freely.” Ivan butts in again to explain further. “Weaker wolves.” “Yes, weaker wolves.” I make a major conscious effort not to be offended, rather I simply let the whole comment go. At least I know where all the misogyny in this pack stems from now. Thinking of it now, it sounded nice. Taking a break and letting my wolf out for a stretch might be what I need to finally find some kind of direction.

I really needed to force myself out of my daze. He huffed lowly and continued to run, only to be stopped completely, surrounded by a circle of wolves. There was no way they were from the previous district, so where did they come from and what did they want? I watched as one of them shifted into a woman, a very scary, yet very naked woman who had muscles that rivalled Oliver.

More than eighty adults and twenty-five children were there, “Let’s half the group, missus Jansen will lead the kids to the packhouse. All the elders will go with her.” The fat woman agrees with her and got all the children and the elderly ones to direct to the mansion. There are sixty-seven wolves remaining. Most of them were elderly who refused to go to the mansion. “All that remained here, we are all women but that wouldn’t be the reason for us just to stand and cry. We may not have the strength and ability but we still can defend.” Some other women tried to run away to the forest, opposing what she wanted but stopped when she yelled. “Then run! Live to your life’s content knowing you cow

A resonant howl escaped my throat, echoing through the forest, and it was met with another in response. Amidst the moonlit wilderness, a dark gray wolf materialized beside me, and my heart swelled with elation at the sight of him. Ray's wolf and mine became an inseparable duo, running in perfect harmony, our strides synchronized effortlessly. It felt as though running with him was the most natural thing in the world. My wolf was in a state of complete serenity, every aspect of the experience feeling undeniably right.

Jess called out to me and grabbed my hand as we both started running as fast as our small legs could carry us. We finally noticed a woman running towards us, though I couldn’t get a clear picture of her face, she felt faceless. My heart was pounding faster than normal and the heat from the burning houses around us was making me very sweaty and more exhausted as I ran. Kate was catching up with us and yelled to two other wolves who started following her. “Those are the princesses. Kill them! Kill every one of them!” she ordered and the wolves increased their pace. Jess and I screamed as we increased our pace as well, heading to the woman running towards us, yelling “Mom” at the woman.

Both of them dashed through the dense undergrowth, their bodies melding with the shadows as they raced towards the desolate territory of the destroyed pack. With every step, the sound of their pounding footsteps harmonized with the distant howls echoing through the forest. Elijah's majestic wolf, towering and robust, took confident strides, while Ashlyn's lean and agile form darted ahead, her lithe frame cutting through the wind like an arrow. As they sprinted, their wolves engaged in a silent competition, pushing the boundaries of speed and endurance, eager to prove their dominance.

“Enjoy this while you can, female. Change is coming. Something tells me you and the other sluts up the hill aren’t gonna like it very much.” He slams his shoulder into mine as he passes, knocking me back, and by the time I steady myself, they’re gone. My blood is thundering in my veins, and my crazy little wolf is leaping, snapping her teeth, straining to attack. It’s all I can do to hold her in. And then Annie, Mari, and Kennedy’s massive beast of a black wolf come racing down the path.