All Chapters of The lost packs: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

*Amber* The day has finally arrived. Today, Tjeck and Adis have agreed to put me through my final trials, a series of tests that will determine whether I am ready to step into the world outside Tjeck's protective walls. Under Tjeck's leadership, every new member must endure a rigorous evaluation, and though Adis usually shies away from such formalities in his pack, he has conceded that this is the best way to assess my readiness and to ensure that Tjeck honors the pact they made regarding my training. For nine long months, I've poured my heart and soul into my preparation, and now a whole new chapter awaits me. I can almost taste the freedom of becoming an active member of the pack, the thrill of leaving the familiar behind and embracing the untamed wilderness that lies ahead. At the same time I am a bit nervous, I thrive in my current life, what if I am about to mess that up by wanting more? As dawn breaks, the first rays of sunlight filter through the trees, casting dappled shado

*Amber* As twilight descends, the apartment buzzes with an unusual energy, a rare gathering that stirs the atmosphere. Hope makes her way to the shared kitchen, bustling about to prepare food for everyone, her movements infused with joy and purpose. Once the meal is finished, KC and I tackle the dishes together, the clatter of plates and the scent of lingering spices creating a comforting backdrop. When we're done, we all migrate to the living room, the heart of our sanctuary. “How was the meeting tonight?” Adis asks Kattie, his gaze piercing through the dim light, curiosity etched on his face. “How have sales been today?” “We sold all the VIP cards, as always. We’re only 15% under what we made on drugs,” Kattie replies, her voice tinged with pride. I can see it in her eyes; her plan is working, and the skeptics are slowly being silenced. A surge of admiration fills me for her determination, she deserves this. “Speaking of which,” KC interjects, his tone turning serious, “our stas

*Amber* I wake up late the next day, the apartment silent and empty. Taking my time in the shower feels like a luxury, but once I step out, a sense of aimlessness washes over me. I wander into Kattie's wardrobe, where the clothes cling tightly to the hangers, much like they do to her body. She has a penchant for form-fitting attire that leaves little room for comfort. After rifling through the array of fabrics, I finally settle on a pair of pants that feel manageable. I don’t mind slipping into one of her snug tops, though… it hugs my frame in a way that feels oddly empowering. With my training behind me, I find myself at a loss, especially knowing I probably won’t see Tjeck often anymore. I stand in front of the mirror, struggling to strap on the weapon belt I was given. It’s meant to hold four guns and four knives, a design that looks impressive on the guys but feels foreign on me. Even when I load it up with weapons, it doesn’t feel right. I rummage through the supplies and grab

*Amber* We walk through the city in silence, the night air alive with unspoken thoughts. I find myself desperate to understand what Adis is thinking, but the weight of his emotions keeps me from asking. As we pass a wrought-iron gate, a chill runs down my spine; beyond it lies a sprawling expanse that resembles a graveyard, shadows creeping between the gravestones like whispers of the past. In the distance, the silhouette of a church looms, its steeple reaching up as if to pierce the sky. “Is she buried in there?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper as I come to a halt. The question hangs in the air, heavy with meaning. Adis stops beside me, and I can see the pain etched in his features, his grief palpable. “Many people are buried in there,” he replies, his tone laced with sorrow. “But yes, it is her final resting place too.” “Then why did you give me her name? Don’t you realize how much it hurts you?” I reach for him instinctively, but the moment passes, and I let my hand drop

*Amber* After Adis and Kress shake hands, they introduce their betas, even though everyone of course already know them. Kress quickly goes over the rules, ending with a clear statement: the pack that loses both their Alpha and Beta first is the loser. I stick close to KC as Adis asks the teams to spread out. Every member knows their place, and no one asks questions. It’s obvious this is a well-practiced routine. “Remember to listen, stay alert, and for the Goddess sake, look up,” KC instructs his group, his tone serious. Then we wait by the outer buildings. Kress blows his whistle to signal the start of the game, but we remain still, tension building in the air. While we wait, KC shows me how the radio works, just in case he’s out and I need to take command. Handpicked by KC to stay by his side, I suspect it’s also on Adis’s orders. We’re joined by Lucas and three other young guys, all part of our main group, while KC oversees three additional teams. Half an hour passes before K