All Chapters of THE CRIMSON PACT: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Chapter TwoSix Moons EarlierThe body of the pup was still warm when they found it.Marina knelt in the frost covered grass, her hand hovering over the small form but not quite touching. The wolf could not have been more than four moons old, still learning to hold his shift, still clumsy in both human and wolf forms. Now he would never grow skilled at either."That makes seventeen." Elder Moonseer's voice was heavy with grief. The ancient she wolf stood at the edge of the clearing, her white fur gleaming in the pre dawn light. In human form, she appeared as a woman of indeterminate age, her silver hair braided with moonstone beads that clicked softly as she moved. "Seventeen dead in three moons. At this rate, we will have no young ones left by winter's end."Marina forced herself to examine the pup's body with clinical detachment, though her heart ached. The symptoms were consistent with all the others: foam at the mouth, eyes clouded white, limbs rigid in final convulsions. The scen

Chapter FourThe Shadowpaw training grounds lay shrouded in perpetual twilight, even at midday.Ancient pines blocked most of the sun’s light, creating a landscape of shadows and half darkness that suited the pack perfectly. Shadowpaw wolves trained here to move unseen, to kill silently, to become one with the darkness itself. They were the scouts and assassins of the werewolf clans, feared, respected, and never quite trusted by the other packs.Ragnar Strikefast stood in the center of the combat ring, his chest heaving, his knuckles bloodied. Around him lay three training partners, groaning and clutching various injuries. He had been sparring for hours, working out his rage on anyone foolish enough to step into the ring with him.It was not helping."Enough." Alpha Obsidian Nightprowl’s voice cut through the clearing like a blade.The gathered wolves immediately fell silent. Obsidian emerged from the shadows, literally, his form coalescing from darkness as if he had been part of the

Chapter 6The forest clearing buzzed with pre Hunt energy as Marina crouched behind a thick oak, her silver shadow fur rippling with tension. Wolves from every corner of Bloodfang territory had gathered for the Blood Moon Hunt, their excited yips and howls filling the tinted air. But Marina's attention fixed on one figure alone.Alpha Silvain Bloodfang stood at the clearing's edge, his red brown fur gleaming like polished copper under the blood moon's glow. He was massive, easily twice the size of the smaller wolves circling him, his presence commanding without effort. Marina had expected a brute, a savage alpha drunk on power and violence. The intelligence reports painted him as ruthless, cold, a killer who would do anything to expand his territory.But the wolf before her did not match that description.Silvain moved through his pack with quiet authority, pausing beside a grey furred she wolf who sat apart from the others. The widow. Marina recognized her from earlier surveillance.