Wren & Wolf Novels & Stories

Wolf Nation Times pops up first on my screen of news outlets. ’MURDER AT THE CLAIMING DISRUPTS CELEBRATIONS’ ’ARIANA ERICKSON MATED TO ALPHA ARES MARTIN OF FREEDOM RIDGE PACK, DOES THIS MEAN WAR IN WOLF NATION?’ ’FORMER ALPHA LUCIAN CHEATS LOOPHOLE WITH SUICIDE’

The Alpha commanded everyone. Five minutes later, everyone, including Luna Lisa, had shifted. The Alpha took the lead, with his wife by his side. Off, the entire pack went running into the woods. Barely thirty minutes into their run, a loud howl filled the night. The entire pack stopped running and turned to the wolf who let out an agonized howl. It turned out to be Luna Lisa. Two female wolves went to her and she let them know the baby was coming. They communicated this to the entire pack using mind-link. At once, the Alpha shifted back to his human form.

That night had been hard enough, and it never got any easier every year. I worked in the same office as Stephanie Bryden, mother to Tristan, the Alpha’s nephew. He was currently away on pack business, representing the pack in the Winter Moon packs territory. Every day was the same; I’d say goodbye to my almost silent wife, kiss her on the cheek and drive to the office. But yesterday morning wasn’t the same as it always was. Sitting at my desk, I could hear Stephanie having a very heated conversation with her son; the door to her office was not fully closed. Everyone knows it; wolfs have exceptional hearing. So, if the door to our soundproof rooms were not fully shut, we could hear everything

“Briar Glen kept the records wolves burned. I name Mira of the second branch of Amara. I name her living. I name her taken.” Damien’s face went cold. Truly cold. Not mask cold. Real. Wren stepped forward before Mara could stop her. Her small voice shook. “I am Wren of Briar Glen. Thorncrest put a knife to my throat.” The hall changed. No lie survived easily in front of a child telling truth with shaking hands. Damien’s gaze went to Wren. Cassian’s rage exploded through the bond so violently I nearly staggered. I felt his horror. His fury.

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-

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 had hope that it wouldn't just happen now. But like every other year, at this point I would wish that my name wasn't my name. I would wish that I wasn't Allison Bush, the last air of the Bush who actually is the only one that turns into a full wolf on a full moon. I was trying to run from that and some other things.. But then again, you can't run away from yourself!!

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