Wren & Wolf Novels & Stories

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.

Not accept it. I forcefully opened the door into his supposed soon to be matrimonial room and saw my brother and my supposed Luna all tangled up in bed, moaning like their life depended on it, I was enraged, I growled and pounced on them, I was in agony, I could feel my wolf cry out loud inside me, he must have felt it too now that we are both seeing it play in front of us. I removed my brother from the bed first with full force, when they didn't seem to acknowledge my presence.

The days that followed passed in a state of suspended dread Wren had not experienced since the weeks immediately after her mother's death, every meal interrupted by the reflexive urge to check for riders in the courtyard, every night's sleep shallow and easily broken by imagined sounds of messengers arriving with news she was not certain she was prepared to hear. Word from Callum arrived on the third day, brief and urgent, confirming that Ilsa had been moved under heavier guard within the pack lands and that her mate, a steady, quiet wolf named Ren who Wren had always liked without knowing particularly well, had taken the news of the specific danger with the kind of grim, focused resolve she

I murmured, mostly to myself, watching Rhen go rigid beside me, because the woman walking at the head of forty armed wolves down the eastern ridge wore her mother's exact posture, her mother's exact way of holding her chin like the world owed her an explanation, and I understood without being told that Rhen's mind was refusing to accept what her eyes were plainly showing her. "That is not your mother," Wren said quickly, reading Rhen's face correctly even in the dark. "Look again. The eyes are wrong. The bearing is close, but she is younger than your mother would be now, and there is a mark on her collarbone I recognize." The column moved with an unsettling precision, forty wolves falling in

Three days after Corin admitted what he had, she still felt in her chest the second Beta, a wolf called Petrus who had given evidence together with Corin stating that he had seen Wren near the garden the morning that Iris died. Petrus was younger than Corin and was weaker in many ways, to the point that his shoulders were always slightly hunched even though there was no threat nearby; he was a man who had lived all his life expecting trouble to come before it actually did. During the weeks that Selene had been collecting intelligence quietly within the household, she found out that Petrus had a large number of gambling debts owed to a moneylender who lived in a different territory and that h

"You look better today. Less like you're about to collapse from sheer stubbornness." "I'm working on it." Wren watched the younger wolves for a while in comfortable silence, remembering, distantly, the particular exhausted determination of her own early months at Nightshade — the roof repairs, the water hauling, the desperate need to prove she belonged somewhere that had never once, in six years since, actually required proving. "Do you ever think about what you want, Milo? After all this. After the Moonless, whatever happens with the mountain."

"Give me the full correspondence file." He slid it across the desk. She picked it up. Stood. "Reyn." He looked at her. "The wolf who's still in the pack. Wren." She paused. "He has a family here?" "A mate. Two cubs." "Then we handle it carefully." She held his gaze. "He made bad choices. He didn't build a war. The distinction matters." Reyn held her gaze for a moment. Then, with the expression of a man confirming something he already knew: "Yes. It does."

I muttered under my breath. That family was really something else. I couldn’t even stay mad at Halle anymore. But still, I couldn’t ignore the fact that the rest of the pack members would go crazy if they discovered that Halle didn’t have a wolf. She was technically their Luna. And they wouldn’t want someone without a wolf to lead them. They just didn’t have to find out about it. “What are you going to do with me?” Halle’s voice trembled, her eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and remorse.

"This is where we breed new wolves for the pack, Wren. Admittedly it's a bit of an archaic system, but it has worked for our pack for hundreds of years. And so the unmated she-wolves who are willing to bring forth our next generation voluntarily submit themselves to the program. Or, if a healthy she-wolf is caught trespassing on our territory, then she is brought here rather than being executed." Wren's mind was swirling with confusion over his very first set of words. "How do you know my name?" He wiggled his eyebrows playfully. "I'm the Alpha, Wren. I know everything. Despite my earlier questions, I know that you signed up to be here."

“ The truth. About your wolf. About your bloodline. And about the prophecy they are trying so hard to bury.” ***** The next morning,I awoke to chaos. I dragged myself outside. Curiosity overshadowed my exhaustion. The scene before me left me speechless,the air was thick with smoke,and distant howls echoed across the pack,many wolves were rushing towards the borders. “What's happening?” I asked a nearby wolf. “Rogues.” He said breathlessly. “They have breached the eastern perimeter”. My heart dropped to my foot. Rogues were a rare and dangerous threat. Feral wolves who attack without a reason or prior warning.