All Chapters of Ghost In The Pack: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Draven’s POV “I’m… I’m sorry, Mr. Gionatti. I swear, it wasn’t…” Juan’s voice quivered so badly that every word stumbled over the next. I crossed the room at an unhurried pace, lazily twirling the knife between my fingers. I didn’t need to threaten him. The terror in his eyes told me he’d already convinced himself of how this meeting would end. “Where’s my shipment?” Juan swallowed so hard I could hear it. “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Darren let out a quiet laugh from the wall where he’d been standing with his arms folded. “For the love of God, Draven, one of these days you’re going to have to start handing out diapers before meetings.” I wrinkled my nose. “I’ve been thinking the same thing.” The room reeked of fear. It always did. I stopped directly in front of Jose until only inches separated us. His breathing turned shallow as he stared anywhere but my face. “You’ve got one chance to stop lying to me.” “I swear…” His voice cracked. “I don’t know.” A disap

Draven’s POV The fight had ended almost as quickly as it had begun. Calling it a fight was generous. Dudley charged in throwing wild punches, convinced brute force alone would carry him to victory. He never bothered protecting himself, never looked for openings, never considered strategy. He simply swung harder each time he missed. That was his mistake. One opening. One punch. One knockout. The arena erupted with cheers as his body crashed against the mat. The referee counted anyway, though everyone already knew it was over. I stepped through the ropes without waiting for my hand to be raised. The announcer called my name over the speakers, trying to pull me back toward the center of the ring, but I ignored him. Recognition had never interested me. Winning wasn’t an accomplishment when the outcome had been decided before the opening bell. Amateur Night always reminded me why I rarely bothered fighting anymore. Humans simply couldn’t keep up. Most of them spent years learning tec

Draven’s POV It had been three days since I’d seen her. Elena. Three damn days, and somehow she’d managed to occupy more of my thoughts than people I’d known for years. She’d walked into my club on Wednesday, fought like she had something to prove, then disappeared without a trace. Tonight was another major fight card, the biggest one we’d hosted this month, and I found myself hoping she’d walk through those doors again. I leaned back in my office chair, absently flipping through a stack of reports while Darren stood across from my desk. “Have you found anything?” I asked without looking up. “Anything at all?” He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a frustrated sigh. “No, My King. It’s like she doesn’t exist. I’ve checked every database I have access to, and after she was thirteen, everything just… stops.” That finally pulled my attention away from the paperwork. “Then dig deeper.” He frowned. “There has to be something,” I continued. “Nobody disappears completely unless th

Elena’s POV I don’t know what the fuck just happened. One minute I was in the middle of a match, focused on the guy standing across from me, and the next the ring looked like someone had rung the dinner bell for every idiot looking to start a fight. They came from every direction. The man I was supposed to be fighting didn’t even hesitate. Instead of joining them, he turned and started throwing punches beside me. Well…that was unexpected. I wasn’t about to question free help. I dropped one guy with an elbow to the jaw, spun around, and caught another across the throat before driving my knee into somebody else’s stomach. Every time I knocked one down, another climbed into the ring like clowns pouring out of a tiny circus car. It was complete bullshit. I don’t mind losing a fair fight. I do mind getting jumped. The guy helping me kept yelling for them to back off, but nobody listened. It was like they had one goal in mind, and that goal was me. Then somebody decided fighting fair

Elena’s POV Fuck. My head felt like it had been split open with an axe. Every inch of my body burned, and the throbbing pain behind my eyes pulsed with every heartbeat. I tried to open my eyes, but nothing happened. My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, almost like somebody had glued them shut. I forced myself to try again, willing my body to cooperate, but all I managed was another wave of panic. I couldn’t hear anything except the loud, relentless ringing echoing through my ears, and it only seemed to grow louder the harder I concentrated. Come on, Elena. Open your damn eyes. I tried wiggling my fingers. Nothing. My toes. Still nothing. For one terrifying moment, I wondered if I had somehow been paralyzed. My heart started pounding against my ribs as panic threatened to swallow me whole, but then I felt something warm brush against my cheek. A hand gently cupped my face while a thumb slowly stroked my skin. I knew that touch. Soft. Gentle. Comforting. It was… Allan. It had to be. N