Wren & Wolf Novels & Stories

he concludes, smirking wickedly. “Let us not get ahead of ourselves,” Soren intercepts. “It is possible we will still face unexpected enemies tomorrow. Fenrir Fauntleroy is a lone wolf, but he may not be the only werewolf present. The Queen can enlist the help of the House of the Wolves, so we must remain wary. The wolfsbane is all ready and coated with our weapons, yes?” “Yes, my lord.” He receives a nod from their artillery commander-in-chief. “It’s all been finished.”

They are gold and his wolf is brown. 'Wolves only have black eyes when they are angry or horny, never gold, or any other color.' 'Brother, will you fucking trust me. I know what I saw and I have a book about it in my study. They are gifted wolves with greater strength and ability to repulse aura's. They are here to protect us from our fathers, but now probably also want to kill us because of our fathers. Poor Chris.' 'What? Poor Chris? He is an asshole. I'll slit his throat if he ever tried to hurt you.'

After they had gone I didn't feel reassured at all but part of me treasured it, my wolf tenderly lifted me to my room and I hung it at the window. Wren stepped in front of me blocking out sight of other wolves. "You tricked me, is that the best you could do? I have seen how you're a beta with capabilities, let's not irritate each other." I said looking around her face. "As far as I might be demoted, I'm still an Omega with an Alpha disposition. But that doesn't count we're even now." Wren picks up a pepperoni and tosses it in her mouth. Her gaze lands on me and she breaks into laughter.

Owen asked his mouth opened and eyes budged. Alexios nodded. He had heard it clearly "Mate" His wolf had called out to her. "Then what are we doing here. Let's go meet her. I am curious about her." Owen was the most excited as his job as the next pack Gamma is to serve the Luna as her left-hand man. While she has her mate as her right-hand man, the Gamma is the one the Luna should be able to confide in the most. The one whose the Luna's safety comes top priority.

Wren's wolf is hot on his ass. He’s loving it. Barking and yapping while his large paws thunder on the ground. We come to the lake and he leads Wren's wolf to the water's edge. They go splashing across the shore. My wolf runs circles around Wren's wolf splashing her with water and she seems to be getting the idea. She spins around and runs around the clearing with my wolf on her tail. She closes the gap in a circle and starts to jump on her hind legs. She’s play fighting now. My guys all for it. He jumps up and wrestles with her. I can’t remember when he’s ever been this happy. Just playing and running. As far as relaxing goes, this takes the cake. I’d rather do this any day. Running with Wr

A huge snow white wolf with scraps of black gold and red cloth hung off of him dropped a few yards away from the Packs. "Tristan!" Shunee screamed and sprinted to him instantly glowing casting an orb of protection over the injured Royal. "MATE!" Rex’s wolf bounded to his side, but bounced off Shunee's orb. Not liking being kept apart from Tristan even for healing, so he paced a circle around him and the beta, waiting for his mate to wake up. The other wolves ran ahead and chased down the Rogues that followed Tristan back to the Pack and questioned them in the Council lock down.

I prevented the guard from announcing my presence and went in myself. I was about to enter their living room when I started hearing an argument from them. Apparently, they were arguing about whether to release Zendaya's wolf or not. The alpha insists on them giving back her wolf but the wife kept on yelling and threatening him not to. Another voice was pleading to release her son. The house was chaotic. I couldn't believe my ears. My eyes were literally bleeding. What kind of souls are these people? how could they go to this extent to harm a girl?

“Of course, you know how being a late bloomer sucks the life out of you. What makes this new?” “It’s getting worse. And If care is not taken, anything might happen. She is worried sick about what it might mean. You know what I mean, being without a wolf for the rest of your life. If she is unable to shift and find her mate before the Carmella, she would be banished or married off to churn up hybrids for some Western beast” “It doesn’t mean shit. She only reads too much into things. She should wait. I know how it feels, I felt the same way while waiting for that beast of a man. Remember?’’

“So ask me the question nobody in my life has asked me, and then live with the answer, because that’s the entire cost of having me here.” The room is silent. Rhys has stopped pretending to look at the yard. “What do you want, Wren?” “I want my wolf back,” she says. And it comes out of her rough, and fast, and much louder than anything else she’s said today, and I watch her hear herself and not take it back.

"What's that?" "What's what? Oh, the wolf?"