All Chapters of ELSA’S PACK: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I felt the pain on my back as his claws tore a little of my flesh “Ahh, let me be” I said as I sprinted on all fours through the dark pathways. I got near a pole and immediately ducked another slash delivering an upper cut to the rogue wolf.It was clear he had no intention of giving up anytime soon and I was starting to get worn out. “Tell me is this any way to treat a lady?” I taunted. “You’re a worthless piece of shit like everyone in this damn country”.“I might be a piece of shit but I tell you at the end of this fight, I’ll have your head on my paws” I sprinted forward with a little fear in my mind. I knew this wasn’t just any rogue werewolf, it was ranvir the feared. He was like the boogeyman for kids my age. Ranvir always targeted younger werewolves to kill in the most ruthless manner possible.He tightened his jaws in anger as I drew nearer. I transformed my right and left hands only into my werewolf self and delivered punch after punch. “How brave of you to face me directl

The room was quite simple displaying a mini sized bed on the floor, the floors had a faint milk color and gothic looking painting. Although the building was old and worn out, it seemed the room had been well maintained by the occupant. “Mother, you should be resting, why are you still up?” I asked, rubbing my already sweaty palms on my jeans. She didn’t seem to be happy at all.“Elsa, where have you been and you had better not lie to me.” “Mom, I just stepped out to get some fresh air.” She stood up, walking towards me.“Elsa, I don’t need to tell you how unsafe this country is. You’ve lived here all your life and you know this already.”“Mom you’ve to trust me, I’ll be fine, I’m old enough to take care of myself.” When I said this, the facade she had been holding up dropped as I saw her squeeze her face in sadness.“You don’t understand Elsa, this is not just about you being old enough to take care of yourself. The society we live in is too dangerous, anyone could be gone at any

“Arhhhh oh by the gods you feral monster. You beast!” My fur was drenched in blood. I took another bite from Osborne's legs as he screamed in pain. His flesh and bone went down my throat with ease. It wasn’t disgusting, it surely wasn’t. Such a vile, gruesome and abominable act. I knew it was wrong. Every chew screamed abomination and yet it was divine. It was unlike the meat I normally ate. The scent of flesh and blood satisfied me beyond all bounds.He continued screaming while plucked out his fingers one by one. I shredded the fleshy muscles of his hands and mashed them under the rage of my teeth. Osborne had stopped crying now he seemed to be dying as he looked at me still in a confused manner. He still couldn’t comprehend all that had happened.Speaking in werewolf form was difficult for werewolves but it wasn’t impossible. “Maybe in your next life you won’t take advantage of a lady ever again.” These were the last words I said to him before my jaws sank into his neck, endin

Weeks had passed since Brownwell visited me. I obviously had no intentions of abandoning my parents here in Bulgaria for it was too dangerous and I wasn’t even sure I could trust him. Besides, I wasn't certain they would be okay letting me go so far away. I was the only child of my parents and they were quite fond of me.I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket, dipping my hands. I brought it out taking the call. “Elsa, it's your neighbor Lady. Victory.” Her tone sounded like something was terribly wrong.“Yes lady victory, i hope all is well.”“Elsa, you need to get back immediately, there’s been a serious commotion at your apartment!” She replied, almost yelling. “Wha…t do you mean by that? Is my dad at home?” “He is but the situation is quite grave.” She said those last words, ending the call. I was currently purchasing items in a store for the shop. But after that call I left them, dashing home with all the speed I could muster.“Please be okay.” I muttered faintly. A lot of sce

“So, I see you’ve been quite occupied lately.” Ser Brownwell replied with his face displaying no sentiment. He wore his exotic robe this time a bright red to match his scarf. He walked into the house without being invited, going straight for the couch and settling in.“Elsa, you know this man?” My dad asked, bringing his arm down, he almost struck Mr. Brownwell but stopped mid swing. It seemed like he felt no killing intent from him.“Yes dad, I know him. He came by last week…”“How about I introduce myself, Mr. Oppenheimer. The name is Ser Brownwell Samson, I'm a recruiter from Sheffield Academy.”“What do you mean by Sheffield Academy? Is this some kind of sick joke.?” My dad asked, his anger surged through every syllable. Ser Brownwell still seemed quite calm and collected, taking in everything gently.“Please, how about we all take a seat and continue this discussion.” My dad looked at me then at Ser Brownwell. Shaking his head, he walked over and sank into the couch opposi