Wyatt The Werewolf Novels & Stories

he said. The gathered werewolves cheered in happiness, with some of them howling excitedly. “Ok, ok, let me finish.” He said, stopping their cheering. “This celebration is restricted to the members of this pack only and there will be lots of venison and drinks for everyone, so leave whatever you're doing and come to my mansion.” He concluded with both hands outstretched. The werewolves howled again as Alpha Tristan turned around and left with Adriana by his side and Maxion behind him.

Wyatt begins to say, “you’ve been following her like a lovesick pup. Where’s your pride?” Dylan, Xavier, and Leandre growl. “That’s the future Alpha you are talking to. Watch your tone, young man,” Dylan warns. Xavier defends Leandre by saying, “You don’t have your mate yet. You won’t understand.” “That’s rich coming from another mate-less wolf,” Wyatt grumbles before putting a spoonful of lasagna bits into his mouth. “I just noticed it though. Leandre, you got yourself in trouble, didn’t you? Just for you to come here early today?”

I replied to him but as soon as I spelled the name ‘Paul’, I gasped. “What happened? What is it?” Karien inquired as he saw me gasped all of sudden. I looked at him and asked, “Do you remember what was the shade of the wolf fur, and how big was he?” “He had slightly golden brown, white-colored mix fur and not so big as I saw a werewolf in movies. I don’t think he was a strong wolf but he was there attacking those two guys before I got there and he ran off as soon as he saw me” He said recollecting the memories of last night.

Wyatt took a step forward and spoke loudly to the army, “I didn’t want to start a war, but the bears wanted to stretch their dirty claws to our heart. Can you see such a thing happening?” “No!” “Good, then let’s wipe out all these arrogant bears, not leaving one alive!” “To kill them all! To kill them all! To kill...” The warriors below roared. Wyatt made a gesture and the warriors quieted down again. “Brothers, before we leave, I have one thing to remind you. We may face more than just bears and cowards among the werewolves. There is evidence that witches are also involved.” The werewolves made a small commotion. They rarely dealt with witches.

Once we exited onto the back patio my eyes widened at the horses and barn. "Wyatt us just down there," he offered and pointed to a large man filling up water troughs. When the man turned at hearing his name called, I swallowed uncomfortably. Wyatt was a rugged man with black shaggy hair and wolf eyes. "He is a werewolf," I stammered and Atticus chuckled. "Yes, he is. I should have realized that you can sense that part," he grinned. Wyatt dropped the bucket he held and bowed his head. "I did not know that your daughter was Luna, sir," he said roughly.

Who was the person who had something to discuss Zayden-the person he despised the most? After giving it thought upon it, he asked James to let them come in. He furrowed his eyebrow when he felt the presence of a werewolf. After two minutes of impatient wait, the people who had perked up his ears entered. Out of one was a werewolf and the second was a vampire. He wondered what made a werewolf come here? That too with a vampire. “Hello. I am Wyatt Staunton. And you are?”, He asked as he failed to recognize the person.

he drawled. I gave a small smile that I hoped was encouraging, my eyes trying to communicate everything. Don’t do it friend, I am getting help. However, he was too far gone to pick up such nuances. “We won’t have you disrespectin’ our Luna this way! She’s been the only thing keepin’ this pack together all these years, and I’ll be damned if I see her by the side of a vulture like you!”. The gruff old wolf swung a right hook at Wyatt which he easily dodged and landed flat on the ground. Several of Wyatt’s men rushed forward to drag him off but a crowd had already begun to gather and murmur. The atmosphere had turned sour and dissent filled the air.

Mary waved a hand and turned to enter the house. The five remaining warlocks of the Wyatt clan knew that with their ridiculously limited number, they didn’t stand a chance against the Stanwood Pack and their Ojah freak. Their strategy, therefore, had been to recruit rogues and witches to help them fight. Rogues were werewolves with no packs. They were usually broken from customary behavior and killed indiscriminately and heedlessly.

Alpha Wyatt chimes as he walks up to the table. Mentally, I roll my eyes while I flash my fake smile and turn my attention towards him. Oh, why do I have to keep dealing with this pack? I’ll be so happy when I can push their faces into the mud and step on them while I become the most admired werewolf in the world. They are nothing but an irritating pest. I calmly reply, “It is so nice to meet you again. I can’t wait until we get to know each other better.”

Bazaar told the protectors. "You can't do this to me, it is her that should be taken away, she's a werewolf witch!" yelled Turner as he's been dragged away. "She's the one who made the werewolf almost kill me!" "Take him away silently!" shouted Bazaar. "No, she's the one who saved the werewolf beast long ago!" Turner again yelled as a protector tried to cover his mouth. Hearing what Turner had said, my heart felt like it stopped. I looked at my mom in the crowd hoping she doesn't believe it. She didn't, she was paying attention to Turner being dragged away.