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THE LAST PACK

Werewolf
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First-Person POV

Werewolf

Survival Game

Goodgirl

Hidden Identity

Post-apocalyptic

Weak to Strong

Forbidden Love

In a shattered world teetering on the brink of extinction, survival is brutal. Werewolves rule the wild, humans cling to scraps, and women are the prize both sides fight to claim and breed. Emily, a survivor with no past, was raised by hidden women. She knows only endurance, not identity. When she ventures out for food, everything changes. Ambushed by men, she is saved and claimed as Luna by Hunter, a powerful Alpha wolf. But the pack doesn’t accept her. Emily is human. Torn between loyalty and power, Hunter makes a gut-wrenching choice. Pressured by his pack, who distrust outsiders and fear a human Luna weakens them, he feels forced to choose Isabella, a wolf with strong allies, as his mate to protect his rule. Cast aside, Emily questions her place, Hunter’s betrayal, and her continued pull toward him. As tensions mount and Hunter's half-brother Kaden seeks the Alpha title, Emily becomes entangled in a game of power and survival. Her past emerges, along with dreams and her strange link to wolves, hinting at a secret lineage that could shift the balance in unexpected ways. In a world where love is not an option and power seals fate… who will she become when her heart and future hang in the balance?

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Chapter 1

Protection

It is always the same. Silence. I have learned to move like a shadow. Noise could mean death.

I was the third generation born after the virus struck. When the Outbreak swept through the world, it didn’t just kill—it transformed people. Some survivors of the fever emerged altered. The virus warped their bodies and minds, rendering them savage. Few of us remain. Humans and werewolves both hunted women for breeding, as if it were a contest. And it was; each new birth meant another fighter, or another wolf.

Staying away from the crumbled cities, I found an abandoned farm and its bunker. It was meant to protect from tornadoes. It was my home for now. During the day, I read this diary I found of the former owner. It was about plants and what they cure.

He was a first-generation survivor of the virus. I studied his notes, learning which leaves could ease pain or settle an empty stomach, which roots to chew to keep fever at bay. Each morning, I checked the crumbling garden rows for anything still growing, the names from the diary running through my mind: dandelion, wild carrot, plantain.

Sometimes I brewed a rough tea to stay warm, other days I chewed bitter greens to keep going. Without the diary and what I learned from it, I would have starved by now.

This morning dawned gray and sharp. I realized I had to hunt; I was running out of food. Just as I was preparing to leave, I heard the faint humming of a motor. Humans?

In moments like this, I never know until they shift. Hiding is what I do best. I learned how to shoot and fight until I got separated from the group I was with. Humans. Women.

Maybe surrender is easier. Sometimes exhaustion keeps me still, fear pins me flat. My hands tremble even alone; tears won't come, only emptiness. But they wouldn’t kill me; they wanted me for breeding. The thought fills me with rage, then hopelessness. I can’t remember hope anymore.

Earlier, when I read that man's diary, John, I think he was called, I discovered that one herb was perfect for eating to hide your human smell from wolves.

Since then, every day, I make sure to eat some. Still, I can’t ever be sure, are those out there humans or wolves?

Now, as I crouched in hiding, I knew whoever arrived must be searching for food. I waited, heart pounding. Soon, they’d realize there was nothing left and leave.

A moment later, after the humming faded as the motor pulled away, I crept out from my hiding place, only to see him standing there. He looked scary, his clothes ripped, and he seemed more like one of the first humans, with very little brain. Homo sapiens. Savages.

Then he whistled.

Four of them. Humans.

"Pretty one, aren't you?" one grinned, flashing three missing teeth. I steadied my grip on the knife.

"Gonna fight us, pretty girl?" another sneered.

"No. I wouldn't stand a chance." Their laughter cut off as I raised the blade to my throat. Eyes squeezed shut, I braced myself. A rough hand seized my wrist with a growl. His hand tight, I didn’t dare to open my eyes yet.

"They're gone," a man's voice murmured as he took the knife from my hand.

As I opened my eyes, the scene had shifted. He was tall, muscles taut beneath his shirt, shrouded in gloom. I knew he was a wolf, unmistakable. He smelled of earth after rain, sharp, wild, touched with iron. Black hair tangled over his brow, rough stubble shadowed his jaw. An animal musk mingled with sweat. His eyes were a piercing sky blue, glowing cold in the darkness, unyielding on mine. Anxiety prickled across my skin; every sense tuned to him, the cadence of his breath, the brush of boots on dirt. The space between us crackled, electric. I teetered between flight and paralysis.

You’re not safe here. Come with me; I will protect you…

I scoffed. "Protect me? Or pass me around like a prize?"

His gaze locked on mine. "I don’t share," he said, stepping closer. And you need a bath.

There is no water near, I said, no need to pinpoint my smelly self.

He smiled, and a dimple appeared on his cheek. Out of all the men I ever saw, this one was a nice specimen.

"You have a choice: come with me. Be mine. Or..."

"And if I refuse? Why trust you, wolf?"

"Hunter. Your name?"

"Emily." I took a deep breath. Choices were few. Hunger makes decisions for you sometimes. "Can you promise you’ll protect me?"

"You’ll be mine. I promise protection. Just trust me." His eyes glinted, searching, as if he saw something familiar in me. You’ll have to listen to me.

"Listen to you? That’s asking a lot."

"You’ll be my mate," he said, stepping closer. He was sniffing.

Everything blurred as my face turned instant red. He smiled, and his eyes seemed kind. But then the hunger might have had me hallucinate. The room was spinning…and then it was darkness. I was left wondering if he killed me before I answered.

No pain.

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Protection
It is always the same. Silence. I have learned to move like a shadow. Noise could mean death.I was the third generation born after the virus struck. When the Outbreak swept through the world, it didn’t just kill—it transformed people. Some survivors of the fever emerged altered. The virus warped their bodies and minds, rendering them savage. Few of us remain. Humans and werewolves both hunted women for breeding, as if it were a contest. And it was; each new birth meant another fighter, or another wolf.Staying away from the crumbled cities, I found an abandoned farm and its bunker. It was meant to protect from tornadoes. It was my home for now. During the day, I read this diary I found of the former owner. It was about plants and what they cure.He was a first-generation survivor of the virus. I studied his notes, learning which leaves could ease pain or settle an empty stomach, which roots to chew to keep fever at bay. Each morning, I checked the crumbling garden rows for anything s
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Water and bubbles
Hunter’s POVShe was dirty, smelly, and so beautiful. Mine. Finally, something only mine.I was sick and tired of the endless parade of women, whether she-wolf or human, that kept coming to my bed. They were always there, looking for comfort, for something from me, but it never felt right. It was just bodies, hunger, and routine. I had only one child, a girl, and even with her, something felt missing. No one cared about connection, just survival and need. But with Emily, something shifted. She felt different from everyone else, untamed, mysterious; nothing about her seemed forced or desperate; she wasn’t here for what she could get. She was just herself. For the first time in a long while, I wanted more than someone to warm my bed. I wanted to understand her. I wanted her to want me too.Emily smelled different. Untamed survived so long on her own; it's a mystery how she hasn’t been taken.The pack watched me as I carried her inside my home. A human. They hated humans; they were only
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Food
Hunter’s POVWrapping her in the towel, as I tried to control my wolf. Emily was so beautiful, all of her. Innocent and humbled. Why my wolf stirred beats me. After all, she is human, but I think having so many humans, we have lost what a wolf should feel—his mate. I felt so attracted to her, and I wondered how she saw me.Her long, light brown hair was tangled. As I pulled, she gasped. Guilt twisted my stomach.She turns to me, her eyes feline, green as spring leaves. I never tire of looking at them. She must have questions, and she's probably terrified. I feel the tension between us; she’s unsure whether to run or stay, but chooses to linger. I lean in and wait, and after a moment she leans too, trusting me for now. I kiss her. Her lips taste sweet, like wild strawberries. I want more, but I have to go slow, or I’ll scare her.Let's eat. I'll introduce you to the pack. You're with me; no one will dare touch you.She looked up at me, curiosity in her voice. "So, you're the lead of th
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Who is he?
Emily’s POVI listened to all the rules as we walked together, our footsteps crunching over gravel and dry leaves. The sky faded from gold to deep purple, casting long shadows over the worn path. A cool, earthy smell lingered in the air, mixed with the faint tang of pine and woodsmoke blowing from somewhere nearby. Crickets started to chirp in the tall grass, and every so often, I caught the distant howl of something wild, echoing through the woods. He showed me the main places he wanted me to know, pointing out the kitchen with its rows of battered pots, the well with its creaking handle, and the shed that smelled faintly of oil and hay. It was getting dark.Hunter, I said, walking behind him. Why me? Besides the obvious breeding problem.He stopped. Took my hand. Let’s have dinner, and we will talk before bedtime.Dinner was good; it was the first time in a long while that I felt full. My stomach didn’t growl.He took me back to the bedroom, and he started to undress. I turned." Yo
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Mine
Hunter’s POVI look at her beautiful face, and of course, I want her and mark her. But does she want me?Hunter, her hands cupping my face, I want this…her lips kissing mine softly. I growl, and I don’t know why; my wolf is acting fucking weird.I yank her shirt off, her beautiful breasts just my hand size, perfect, like her. My tongue teasing her nipple, and she lets out a moan, her hand touching my back softly. I love her touch.I kiss her body slowly and take her panties off, move her legs apart, and I run my tongue over her pussy, and she wiggles, her hand touching my head. I play with her clit for a bit, and I feel her body tensing, and she trembles. I nibble her inner thigh as I come over her, my cock is at her entrance, and I push in.She let out a small cry, and I tried to distract her, kissing her. I started to move, and her hips moved with me.My hand grabs her breast, and my mouth takes it. She screams my name as she shatters, and her hands grasp my shoulders. Then, I relea
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Human girl
Hunter’s POVMy eyelids were so heavy they felt glued shut, weighed down by sleep and something thicker, as if I was sinking in a warm fog. Slowly, I forced them open. The light in the room was soft, but still it made my eyes sting. It took a while for everything to come into focus: the scratch of the rough sheets under my hands, the low hum of someone breathing nearby, and a faint, sharp, herbal scent in the air.As I turned my head, I saw Emily half lying on my arm and Jalen sleeping in the armchair. Two people in my life care for me.Emily, I whispered. Her head snapped up, and she looked so cute with her hair all messed up.Hunter, she jumped on my neck, kissing my cheek. I’m so happy you’re okay."What happened?" I asked.You were poisoned. Emily glanced at the dart resting on the nightstand, worry etched in her face. "I recognized the toxin," she said softly. "Once I knew what it was, I made you drink something from that old diary to try and counter it." She paused, voice quiver
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Future mate
Hunter’s POVI see the herbs in her hand, and she turns to see my angry face.You broke the rules, Emily. Come here.No, I did not, she said defiantly. Jalen took me. You said I couldn’t go alone. There I wasn’t alone.I didn’t want anyone to touch her. It was strange to feel this level of possessiveness over a human. I tried to tell myself it was just because I cared, but it went deeper, clawing at me from the inside. There was something about Emily that called to instincts I barely understood, like my wolf recognized her as his and wouldn’t let go. The bond between us felt like a string pulled tight, urging me to keep her close, protect her, claim her. Emily was mine.Now, can I go to the kitchen and boil them?No, get in bed. Now!She took off her shoes and her pants, got into bed, folded her arms, and lay on the pillow.I wanted to laugh at her reaction. You’re not being fair, Hunter. I got them for you.Emily, this is not a joke. I’m just scared that someone might hurt you.Then
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It's a beautiful day
Emily’s POVOne month has passed, and I finally got into a routine, not with Hunter but with the work and chores.Hunter looks at me like I am the only girl in this broken world. I am so in love with him, and sometimes I feel scared to be happy. I wondered how my life was before, but the memories are gone, lost behind a wall I can't climb. All I have are nightmares. Every time I close my eyes, I see flashes, a dark, ragged forest, the heavy breath of a man chasing me, branches tearing at my skin as I run. I tumbled down a steep mountain, fear clawing at my insides, his voice echoing behind me. I never remember his face, just that sense of terror and falling. I wake up shaking, trapped between my old life and this uncertain peace.Hunter said that sometimes a scent or a keyword might bring back memories. Today I’m standing in the grain field, picking some red poppy flowers. I placed one behind my ear. I walked almost to the end, and I heard voices arguing. I ducked on the ground and cr
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Fated mate
Emily’s POVLife moved on, and for the next few weeks, no one said anything. Hunter and I had a normal, whatever normal meant, life.I kissed him before I left to do the chores, as the guard, Nolan, always followed me. His grandfather was coming towards us.Emily dear, how are you?I’m great, thank you, sir, I said, smiling.Can you give us a minute, he told Nolan. He waited until he was far enough, then turned back to me. I know Kaden is an instigator, and you need to fear him. He holds a lot of sway in the pack, and there are too many who follow him. He envies Hunter and hates that you make him weak in their eyes. I’ve seen him stir up trouble before getting what he wants, and I worry about what he might do next. I’m afraid for Hunter and the future of the pack. Don’t give up on him. He touched my face gently. I know he loves you. Now go on, have a good day.Thank you, sir, I said, and continued walking towards the chicken coup.By midday, I was ready to have lunch. I walked into th
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Tell them!
Emily’s POVStupid human, she pushed me hard, and I pushed her back.Nolan growled. " Stay away from her. Move," he told Isabella.I’m your Luna, and you listen to me, not to this…human…trash… She stopped when a group of women surrounded me. I didn’t know what to make of it at first, but the way the women stepped between Isabella and me made it clear they weren't backing her up. Their eyes were on her, faces tense, like they were tired of her attitude and ready to stand with me instead. The tension twisted in the air. I realized these women's loyalty didn't automatically lie with the Luna, not when she acted like this.So, a woman said, holding a girl, " We are all trash? Luna?No, of course not, she stammered, she needs to know her place. Isabella took a step closer, and the women got closer to me.Hunter is my mate, and you are just here to breed, human. I made a place for myself here, and then you show up and mess everything up. You don’t belong; you never will." Of course, I can
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