Wren & Wolf Novels & Stories

"Something wrong?” Ren shook his head once. “Call the enforcers. Quietly.” Ajax's eyes only sharpened. “Now?” “Yes.” “And the pack?” “They keep moving,” Ren said. “No questions.” Ajex nodded and turned away. Ren stared back out over the park. Wolves still sparred, laughed, and still lived like the ground beneath them wasn’t already cracking. He wondered how many of them still believed Darius was the kind of Alpha worth defending, how many would hesitate if asked to choose.

My cheeks reddened in embarrassment, and I dared not defend myself. "Actually, I am here to warn you. Tell me, how much do you need to move away from here and stay away from my son? Mark isn't your mate because you don't have a wolf, and I am sure you're both are fụcking each other. So tell me how much you need to keep your distance away from Mark, unless you want to be his mistress, because my son will not marry a wolfless Omega like you," Mr. Wren snarled, and my heart ached painfully at his blunt words.

Since Wrenlee’s wolf doesn’t want anything to do with me, I busy myself picking out a likely site and pitching a tent. I feel a little better when she begins to follow the perimeter I staked out and piss on the trees I marked. She’d probably turn beet red if she fully realized what her wolf was doing. Wrenlee is a shy female. These past three months must’ve been hell with all the whispers and stares. I dealt with what I could, but folks are cruel, especially to lone females, and especially when they’re from Ditchside.

I watched Leo move through the bay, speaking to each person briefly, and I watched Wren watch Leo do it. Wren was studying her sister the same way Leo had been studying her. Building a picture. Filling in what fourteen months of files and frequencies hadn't given her. I stepped beside Wren. "She's been doing this for a while. Fighting for people she doesn't know." "I know." Wren kept her eyes on Leo. "I've been following the Shade Wolf races for two years. Before I knew she was my sister." A pause. "I used to watch the underground feeds and think—whoever that is, they're doing something real. Not just surviving." She stopped. "That sounds strange."

"yeah... The animals that make a howling sound on a full moon to communicate with each other in these stupid movies." Woow, she really knew all that information but didn't know what animal made the sound! Interesting. "wolf? Are we on teen wolf now?" I laughed, "funny Jeremy.. Woow wolves..." "yeah..one wanted to eat us and another one saved us. I guess it's safe to say they aren't all that bad. We might be on teen wolf after all." "you guys are idiots." My phone started ringing and I took it out of my pocket. I quickly put it back it when I saw it was Anzania.

Wren had groceries delivered, so the scent must belong to the person who delivered them. Suddenly, I hear vicious growling and aggressive noises coming from the den. The door is open. What I find in the den is nothing to what I expected to find when I got home. One, Wren is in fucking wolf form. Crimson is a beautiful red wolf. Two, the entire den has been shredded to pieces by a very pissed off Crimson.

She knew Sienna was shady anyway, I focused my rage on the meat to spare her pretty face. Werewolves? What the fuck! The only thing I heard about was Lycans and that Supreme Alpha. "The Supreme Alpha's return made quite an uproar but not as much as the sacrifice that survived." She took a pause, "Paint me surprised when I took a close look at the scratch marks and your insatiable hunger—" Before she could spout another word, I interrupted her, "What are you?" "A witch." Somehow I don't doubt that.

"Brett, track that son of a bitch down, but don't kill him. I'll do that! But you find him and bring him back to the compound." Brett looked at Cole and merely nodded. He motioned to the twins and they began planning their search. Brett wouldn't give up til he had him! He owed Karen AND Cole that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Karen was standing in a meadow, her hair flying around her head in the wind. She looked down when she felt something brush against her fingers and saw the most beautiful dark brown wolf she had ever seen in her life. He had gorgeous green eyes. And he was friendly. She started gently petting his nose, stroking over his head. The wolf rubbed against her naked legs. His fur

He laughs again lowly and slyly, “The platoon of council warriors I have waiting for them have something special planned.” My temper rose, fury, dark and dormant, like I had never felt before. It surfaced and I felt myself wanting to shift, my wolf was at the forefront, and she wanted blood. Crane must have seen something in my eyes as his hand dropped from my neck and he took a step back.

Ren murmured, his voice barely audible. Elena could feel the ground tremble beneath her as the rogue wolves began to move through the trees. Their figures emerged from the shadows, silhouettes of dark, imposing shapes against the eerie glow of the Blood Moon. Elena’s grip tightened on the weapon she had been given, her breath steady as she sized up the enemy. At Ren’s signal, the pack surged forward, a wave of powerful, coordinated movement. Elena followed closely, her heart pounding with adrenaline. The rogues were relentless, charging in like a storm, their eyes glowing with malice, their bodies shifting between human and wolf forms.