Wrong Wolf Book Novels & Stories

’ A bulky chestnut colored wolf with gold markings linked his trio. **Kugri** ‘What do they want out here, with us? Don't they have enough in their bowls dealing with the Rogues?’ A smaller gray wolf growled. **Moon** ‘Their intentions are good as far as for them being in our presence. That makes them worthy of talking to.’ A pale, almost invisible wolf asked quietly. **Shyfter**

Having gathered her thoughts, Anika decided that it was time to take action and interrogate him to find out what was happening. - So, now tell me, what or who are you? - the girl demanded, holding the mop at the ready like a spear. - Why did you become attached to me? And why the hell do you become a human in my house, but a dog outside the door? The guy glanced sideways at her, chewing and swallowing his food. Anika, feeling his gaze on her, clutched the mop tighter. “Well, first of all, I’m not a dog, but a wolf,” the guy beamed with a smile, “if you’re so bad at understanding.”

He said walking through the vast site. The leader of the clan, walked to the last shelf and picked up a big black and gold book. On the cover was a huge dragon, written, legendary creatures, extinct and extant. Cassius handed it to the girls and said:" Good luck. Now the work is with the young." He laughed. Nayssa and Kyria looked at each other and smiled, they sat down on the large wooden table and sat down in the padded chairs. The book was really huge, with a thickness of 20cm. Nayssa began to flip through the pages. There were several creatures in that world besides wolves. And the similarity between them was the hatred for the werewolves who took their mother away from them.

Like someone had placed it there for me to find. My fingers curled around the book. I lifted it slowly, carefully opening the cover. There was no title. Just brittle pages covered in faded script and lunar markings. Symbols I didn’t recognise. In the middle of the book, tucked between a page of symbols and another of warnings, I saw it. A story of a wolf with a soul that refused to leave the world of the living. It told of a warrior who died in battle, his body cold, his mate devastated. But she didn’t let go.

The golden wolf is a protector, a bringer of ruin, and a rescuer, all at the same time. “This makes no sense,” I said softly to myself as I turned the old pages with care. I frowned as I kept reading. The book was full of strange words and drawings of creatures from long ago. Yet the parts that spoke about the golden wolf were still broken and unclear to me. One page seemed to say one thing, and the next said another. The details did not fully agree to themselves, leaving me confused and unsure of the exact truth.

Dropped it in the trash bag. "Elara?" One of the helpers held up a spiral-bound book. "What about this?" Our six-year memory book. Never finished. Pages and pages. Photos from the beginning. The middle. All the good parts. I took it from her. Ripped out the pages one by one. Dropped them in the bag. "Burn it," I said. When I looked up, Seraphina stood in the doorway. Watching. Smiling. "Want to know why the pack physician said you weren't pregnant?"

Fenric engaged the second wolf, the sound of a scuffle filling the small room. I stood up, my gaze locking onto the third figure entering the room. It wasn't Lyra this time. It was a younger wolf, lean and hungry-looking. "Where is the book?" the wolf demanded, his voice a harsh snarl. "The book is with my Beta, who is currently halfway back to the packhouse," I lied easily, my voice smooth and mocking. "But you can have the lawyer. He’s slightly used, smells of cheap gin, and cries a lot. Interested?"

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Good start… But my wolf didn’t stop growling until she bared her neck to me, showing me her vulnerable neck. Submission! “I’m not here to hurt anyone,” she cried out, her fear permeating the air. My wolf stepped back once he realized she was terrified, but didn’t let his guard down. We’d been fucked over one too many times by clever rogues who pretended to be something they were not.

The first thing that caught my attention was the book she tried to hide from me in the library. It laid on her bed. I picked it up. “Lupus obscura.” I muttered out the title of the book, confused about the meaning. I flipped through the pages of the book, the meaning turned out to be a latin inspired word, meaning ‘Dark wolf.’ Dark wolf? I skimmed through. There's something written about red-eyed wolves and how dangerous they can be when they transform. It's the same thing Jacob talked about. He was right. Claudia is dangerous.