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United We Stand

Auteur: Elize Pheiffer
last update Date de publication: 2026-05-11 12:00:22

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-t

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  • 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   The Standoff

    The rain in the Everglades saturated the air, turning the smoke from our ruined home into a grey shroud. We tore through the sawgrass on the remaining Ghost-Bikes, with more wolves following us on foot."They're slowing down," I signaled through the comms.Cane didn't respond. Beside him, Viper and Vane rode with a grim, practiced silence.We ditched the bikes where the ground turned into a treacherous, knee-deep slurry of peat and ancient roots. We moved on foot in our matte-black tactical suits, our boots silent against the wet limestone. The scent of the rivals was overwhelming now.We reached a natural clearing, a bowl of cypress trees draped in weeping moss. In the center, the Red Alpha stood over the stolen cases. He looked broken, his human form shivering despite the humidity, his ribs visible through his soot-stained skin."End of the line," Cane’s voice was a low,

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Red Alpha

    The initial blast had ripped the North Quadrant open, but it was the secondary incendiaries that turned our sanctuary into a vision of hell.I was thrown against the central assembly table, the wind knocked out of me. My ears were a high-pitched whine of static, but as I scrambled to my feet, I felt the Suit tightening around my ribs. The weave had hardened during the impact, absorbing a blow that should have shattered my spine.I looked up through the swirling black smoke. The emergency red lights were strobing, casting shadows against the flaring orange of the fires."Cane!" I screamed, but my voice was swallowed by the roar of a ruptured gas line.I saw him. He wasn't running for the exit. He wasn't helping Jax or Viper.Cane was standing in the center of the kill zone, his back arc

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   You Brought Gifts

    As I stepped through the small service door, I was met with the pack at rest.It was a rare sight. Mako and Rat were sitting on inverted crates near the back, passing some top-shelf bourbon Harrison had slipped into the supply drop. Viper was leaning against the workbench, his goggles around his neck, leisurely puffing on a thick cigar. He took a slow pull from his silver flask, the scent of his favorite whiskey cutting through the warehouse. He was actually laughing as he recounted a story to Jax, the glowing cherry of his cigar dancing in the dim light. The tension that usually vibrated through the warehouse had been dialed down."She’s back!" Viper called out, his grin widening around the cigar clenched in his teeth.Cane was across the room, checking the tension on a Ghost-Bike’s drive belt, but he moved the second he heard my voice. He didn't run; he walked with that steady grace that usually made people

  • 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

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   A Special Kind of Stupid

    At 5:30 AM, the rain stopped, leaving the city dripping and wet. I drove back to the garage.As I pulled into the gravel lot, the silver SUV was no longer a block away. It was parked directly across from the gate, its engine idling. The "Shadow", the contractor my father had hired, was standing by

  • The Wolfpack's New Receptionist   The Alpha’s Den

    The garage was a cage of steel, its concrete floors stained black by decades of oil and grease and god-knows what else.The ceiling was forty feet high with heavy steel beams and dangling chains. Huge industrial fans spun overhead, doing little to cut the heat.

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