Wren & Wolf Novels & Stories

Wren looked frightened but took the chance to open the wooden door and run as fast as her feet can allow her. Suddenly she got startled by a pack of wolves, Wren couldn't feel her legs nor her heart, she felt like she would pass out any moment from fright, she quickly looked behind her at the cottage, then stole a glance at the wolves, the young Luna took few steps back terrified of the creatures that stood gracefully in front of her. At the sight of an angry injured Alexander, the wolves made a circle sheltering their hyperventilating Luna. Alexander took few steps back when a black huge lycan wolf appeared, all the wolves showed their necks in submission while the King howled in anger.

It amused Wren to see him acting just like a happy puppy. Wren shifted into her red wolf. When she did the male froze in front of her. Clearly mesmerized. Wren wondered if she had the effect on him that he had had on her. After a moment he approached her. She allowed him to approach and sniff her. He then nuzzled her fur and rested his head atop of hers. When he stepped back to admire her again she jumped to the side with a playful yip. She jumped a couple more times before yapping at him again. Then quick as lightning she turned and raced away from him. The black wolf was quick to catch up to her. They ran all through the meadow, jumping, nipping, and rolling one another in the tall grass.

Hannah whispered to him, giving him a small smile. “What do you want?” Asher yelled, turning to look at Knox. “Bad guy..what do bad guys want…money, power, control. Same deal. I want Red Woods…I want to destroy Cross River.” Knox said grinning. The hall door busted open, wood shattering out into the room. A large dark gray wolf came bursting through, flanking his sides were several other wolves, all eyes glowing white except the one glowing ice blue. The back door to the hall busted open, another swarm of wolves came rushing in. The deep chocolate wolf leading the way, eyes glowing ice blue, looked fierce. Her eyes locked with the dark gray wolf as a silent order was given to surround the ro

Renna I felt an overwhelming exhaustion engulfing me as I tirelessly moved from one wounded member of my pack to another. The chaotic sounds of battle filled the air, but amidst it all, a strange silence enveloped my mind. It was as if my wolf, usually ever-present, had retreated into the depths of my consciousness. I couldn’t dwell on the peculiarity, though, for there was no time. My focus had to remain on tending to my pack. Unable to actively fight alongside them, I offered what help I could by gently healing their wounds, even if only in small measures.

Time is wasted enough without having to add to this trivial problem. The wolf Elder Brahma growled again, this time sending command through mind to all the wolves at once to Linda. In a flash, the nine wolves and a vampire-woman were already running at inhuman speeds. The sky was completely dark as they cut through the silence of the forest. The smaller beasts quickly moved aside before the demon wolves passed them. A few minutes later Linda and the wolf group stopped the run at an opening that was wide enough. The wolf Elder Brahma roared, then growled several times and took a few steps back. The others followed.

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The one lady that said she recognised me says you will be okay to show your wolf now that you are older. But what she says next puzzles me she says Nora has always known how to handle herself and titan will always protect the one he loves. They then all stand up and say the wagners will be coming with us before the run. We say thank you and all head to the pack house. The women who says she knows me comes up to us and says justice will be served but you have to make the decision if you want the red river pack.

“ Son, not here. Too many ears. Let’s go to my office. I will tell you what I know about them “. Eros ushered all of us inside. We walked through the garden into the house and we went up to his office on the second floor. Once we were all seated and the door was locked, I once again asked the same questions. “ Eros, please explain, we need to know what is happening. Why are you on edge?” He exhaled audibly. “ Raven is not an ordinary wolf. She is the Raven Wolf? The rarest kind.” “ Wait Eros, are you talking about the war wolf ?” Allison’s eyes widened. “ Yes, I am” “ No that can’t be…" her pulse rate increased and fear flared out of her pores. " Raven is a late bloomer, “ Allison said with

"I mean, she doesn't feel all the signs of finding a mate. When I touched her the day I saved her, I immediately felt that tingling sensation and knew right away that she was my mate. But she only looked at me." "What do you mean that she only looked at you?" "Wren did not show any emotion. She was just blank. I thought her head got hit so bad that she could not respond to my touch the way I thought she should. But even after she gained consciousness, she was the same." Landon frowned out of surprise and asked, "That is weird! How did you meet this she-wolf? From which pack she is from?" "She is from the White Pack." "Conri's pack? But how did she end up here?"

His wolf claws at the inside of his ribs, an ache so violent and specific it feels almost like recognition, except there's nothing here for it to recognize, no bond thread, no scent, no pack mark tying this stranger to anything that should matter to him at all. "You must be the Warden." His voice drops into the low register built to make lesser wolves flinch, and even as he says it he hears how thin it sounds against whatever's happening in his chest. "I am." Wren crosses to the seat directly across from him and lowers herself into it without a flicker of hesitation, setting her briefcase on the table's edge. She opens it with two efficient clicks, the sound sharp against the room's climate-