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The Choice of Two Worlds

Author: Elize Pheiffer
last update Petsa ng paglalathala: 2026-02-26 12:00:38

The drive back to West Miami was a nightmare. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the city in a purple twilight. As I drove the Corolla through the traffic on 8th Street, I felt a sensation crawling up the back of my neck, the same feeling I had in the garage when Cane watched me from the shadows.

I glanced in the rear-view mirror. A black sedan was three cars back. It had been there since I left the industrial district. I changed lanes; it changed lanes. I took

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  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Party is Over

    The curtains of the lounge were still swaying from the impact of Cane’s entrance when the first scream tore through the Opera House floor. It was the sound of a human being coming apart."The vents," Jax’s voice crackled, distorted by the sudden surge of local interference."They aren't coming from the doors, El. They were already in the building. They were in the insulation!"The ceiling rained nightmares. From the massive ventilation shafts designed to cool the elite, the Rejects poured out. They were the failures of the early spliced experiments, and they were starving.Below us, a high-profile senator from the Ethics Committee was mid-sentence, a glass of vintage Bordeaux in his hand, when a Reject, a twitching mass of canine fur and insect-like limbs, dropped directly onto his shoulders.The creature didn't just bite. Its jaw unhinged in three places, and it simp

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Ground Zero

    The Heights Opera House was packed with the elite: politicians, generals, and CEOs.I spotted Caspian near the staircase. He looked like a god of the New World, dressed in a tuxedo that probably cost more than the Ravaged Pack's entire territory. He was holding a glass of amber liquid, his eyes scanning the room with the bored detachment of a man who already owned everything.I didn't wait for him to see me. I walked straight into his line of sight, a glass of wine in my hand.I watched the moment he noticed me. The boredom vanished, replaced by a sharp, predatory focus. He set his glass down and moved through the crowd toward me, his eyes never leaving mine."Eloise," he whispered as he reached me.He didn't look at my dress; he looked at my throat, searching for the pulse."I heard a rumor you were back in the city. I didn't believe it."

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   I'm His Nightmare Now

    In the center of the executive boardroom, Jax and Viper had created a digital war room that looked like a scar on the face of corporate luxury. Tangled black cables snaked across Persian rugs, and six monitors flickered with emerald-green data streams."I’ve got it," Jax whispered, his fingers flying across a haptic keyboard Harrison had provided."The 'Secure-Coms Node' from across the street. I’m piggybacking on their satellite uplink."I stood behind him, my hand resting on his shoulder."What am I looking at, Jax?""A census, El," he said, his voice trembling."But not for humans. It’s a ‘Harvest Manifest.’"A list scrolled down the screen. Highland Pack: 14 captured. Tundra Strays: 8 liquidated, 4 taken. Desert Runners: Sector clear.Beside me, Torin let out a sound that was

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Right Under Their Noses

    For the first time in months, I woke up feeling well-rested.I sat on a mossy ledge, tightening the straps of my tactical boots. Below me, the clearing was a hive of quiet activity.Cane was standing near the center of the clearing, checking the charge on his sidearm. He looked refreshed, the amber light in his eyes calm and steady. But as I watched him, a movement near the treeline caught my eye.Viper emerged from the thick curtain of weeping moss. He looked like he’d been dragged through a hedge backward... and enjoyed every second of it. His buzz-cut hair was a chaotic mess of twigs and leaves, and he was engaged in a desperate, one-handed struggle to pull up the waistband of his elastic tactical pants, which seemed determined to stay at his hips.A moment later, Raya stepped out from the same shadow. She was smoothing down her tunic, her skin glowing in the morning light. She had a smudge of dirt on her

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   United We Stand

    The truce was a fragile thing; it was a mutual exhaustion of two packs that had nearly torn each other apart. As we left the frozen Chimera behind, Cane took the lead.He didn't head back toward the ruins of our warehouse. Instead, he steered his Ghost-Bike deeper into the heart of the Everglades.This was the "True North" of the Silver Moon. Up until this moment, the Bloodhounds had lived in the warehouse, acting as the pack’s shield and high-tech vanguard. We were the guardians at the gate, but we had never been invited into the garden."Stay close," Cane’s voice echoed through the mental link, stripped of its earlier combat-edge."The perimeter is rigged. If you step off the path, the swamp will do the work before I can stop it."The path was invisible to the naked eye, a series of submerged limestone ridges that felt like a tightrope beneath the tires of our bikes

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   A New Aliance

    The Ravaged Pack didn’t waver. The Thorne tech in their hands, hummed with a predatory blue light."You fought well, Silver-Blood," Torin repeated, his voice cold and devoid of the desperation I’d seen in the warehouse.He stood tall now, the Alpha’s command flowing back into his scarred frame."But this is where the road splits. We’re taking the gear. And we’re taking this territory."Cane took a slow, deliberate step forward. His silver fur was matted with the Chimera’s black residue, and his eyes flashed with a warning light that usually made men drop to their knees."This territory belongs to the Silver Moon. My pack. You’re standing on the only ground we have left, Torin. We are wolves of this soil, just like you."Torin’s lip curled into a sneer, revealing yellowed canines."Wolves? Yo

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   Behind Closed Doors

    The iron gates of the estate swung open as I entered the Estate. I didn’t want to be here; I wanted to go back to the garage, to Cane.I left the car in the driveway and entered the mansion. The house was silent, but as I stepped into the foyer, a light from the cracked door of my father’s study ca

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   To A New Start

    I chose a simple black cocktail dress. It was silk that hugged my frame, ending just above the knee.As I exited the large front doors of my father's Mansion, I saw it.A brand-new Lamborghini Revuelto, finished in a red so vibrant it looked like a fresh wound.My father stood beside the hood, his

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   A Tragedy In The Making

    Cane was standing by the red door, his back to me. His shoulders were stiff with tension. Vane was a few feet away, leaning against a rusted hoist, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. His eyes, his distrustful golden glare, never left my face."He knows," I said, my voice cracking the silence.

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Borderlands

    The limestone ledge was cold beneath us, but I was burning. My heart was still hammering against my ribs."Let them come," I had told him.I meant it. I felt invincible.Cane stared at me, his eyes glowing. His head tilted sharply to the east. The softness in his eyes vanished, replaced by a lethal

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