Wren & Wolf Novels & Stories

I am frozen in the middle of the walkway, students bumping my shoulders as they pass, completely blind to the fact that the girl holding the heavy art portfolio is currently fighting off a biological meltdown. A heavy, vicious growl vibrates in the back of my throat. It is so loud I actually clamp a hand over my own mouth, terrified a human walking past heard it. Mine, the wolf snarls, thrashing violently against my ribs. Take his hands off her. Rip her apart. The jealousy isn't human. It is dark, feral, and completely overwhelming. The temperature of my blood spikes, sending a wave of searing heat flushing across my skin. My vision blurs, the edges of the quad tinting with a dangerous, gold

A howl rises, not one wolf but hundreds, wrong, twisted, hungry. “They want the throne,” the High Priestess says. “They want the Luna who killed their witch, they want you, Wren.” Draven shifts, half man, half beast, his eyes pure gold. “Then they come through me.” The first feral breaks the tree line, it’s not a wolf, not anymore, too many teeth, too many eyes. It sees me, it smiles. And it says my name. “Wren Holloway.” My blood goes cold, because the witch is dead, so how does it know the name I almost gave away.

Elara knelt in front of her, and her dark eyes were sharp with attention. I stood near the door with my alphas behind me. Bastian's hand was on my hip. Kellan was still as stone. Archer's warmth pressed against my other side. None of us spoke. The vision had started without warning, and Wren's voice was not her own. "They're crossing the mountains," Wren said, and the words came out flat and hollow. "Hundreds. Pale as ghosts. Their alpha leads them. His wolf is made of ice. No fur. No flesh. Just ice and shadow." Her white eyes flickered. "The battlefield is red. So much blood. The white wolf is standing alone against the ice. His fur is stained. He's not going to fall. He's not going to fal

Damian's wolf was a massive, iron-gray beast with a thick, imposing build that could crush opponents with brute force. Rowan Seres Velden of the Stormrider Pack had a striking presence, with stormy blue eyes that seemed to constantly crackle with energy. His windswept blonde hair, slightly unkempt, gave him a wild appearance, while his calm demeanor contrasted the turbulent forces he commanded. The Stormrider Pack was known for their command over weather and storm elements, and Rowan's wolf, a silver-coated beast with glowing blue eyes, reflected the power of the skies-swift and unpredictable as lightning.

Warriors clutched one another’s forearms in tight grips, grounding themselves in the only thing left that did not falter: bond, blood, pack. Lena’s gaze wandered from the fires to the faces. She saw Maren, shoulders hunched but eyes blazing through her tears. She saw Orrin, cradling the blade of a fallen brother across his knees as if refusing to let it be burned. She saw wolves she had trained with, laughed with, who would never lift their voices again. Her wolf stirred beneath her skin, restless, pressing against her ribs with sharp claws of mourning. The wolf wanted to howl—to tear sound from the air and hurl it at the sky. And when the elders’ chant reached its end, that is exactly what

She gave him a look and he shrugged. "No pack may have more than one hundred members, alpha responsibilities, each pack must see every other pack at least one time in ten years, all new packs need council approval, a declaration of war needs council approval, they cover the election of the alpha, the determination of the beta, and then there are some things about human interaction and outcasts. That's about it." "Sounds like a lot to me," Clara said. "It really isn't. Like you said yesterday the council is a bunch of old rich men. They keep to themselves. Every three years there is an Alpha summit where all the leaders attend, but other than that it's rare you see an elder. The average wolf

My wolf ! Noooooo !

Eve continued, "I'd love to be able to say this is the end of our work, but it would be a lie. As I mentioned to you as we began our work, my wolf is blessed by the Goddess with gifts that allow me wisdom beyond the current day. Goldie has told me that we have more work ahead of us. She asked that I speak with our Warriors and let you know some of what lies ahead." "We will be sending out small parties to the human world to retrieve girls sold to humans. Those humans will be executed with guns, I will hire out specialists for those missions as our people do not use firearms. However, we will want wolves with them in support roles. Our young women will be scared as they have been abused, and

The creatures of Silence looked at one another in confusion, as though they had never heard compassion offered to their master before. Then, far beyond the battlefield, a wolf howled. Another answered. Then another. Kael turned toward the distant mountains. His eyes widened. “That’s” The First Wolf smiled. “They’ve come.” From every direction, wolves appeared on the horizon. Hundreds. Then thousands. They poured over the hills like waves beneath the moonlight. Some wore the colors of Shadowfang. Others belonged to packs Aria had never seen. Snowfur. Ironclaw. Mooncrest. Ashvale. Silverpine. Even packs that had once sworn never to fight beside one another had arrived together. Their banners f

His wolf growled out, his black eyes turning gold, a sign of his wolf emerging from its slumber, only for his sister’s own black eyes to turn copper, challenging his with a small snarl. Being born from a powerful alpha like their father, as well as a strong-willed and outspoken woman as a mother, all three Knox siblings were born as an alpha and to say the least, it had led to an interesting family dinner, one of which is far more than enough to give their parents a headache for a lifetime.