All Chapters of Ghost In The Pack: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Draven’s POV The night air had grown colder, but I barely felt it. We laid there in the aftermath, our bodies tangled together under a cocoon of blankets. I held her tightly, my arm secure around her waist. I was careful, so incredibly careful not to put pressure on her or cause her any discomfort, but the primal, possessive part of me screamed to never let her go. I buried my face in her hair, breathing in the scent of her. The sex, sweat, and something uniquely floral that was just Elena. "Draven," she whispered, her voice a sleepy murmur against my chest. I looked down, and her beautiful hazel eyes, still soft with satiation, met mine. "Yes, love." I leaned in, unable to resist, and captured her lips in another kiss. I couldn't get enough. The taste of her, the feel of her, the way she sighed into my mouth. It was all I could focus on. She was perfect. A warmth bloomed in my chest, a feeling that was entirely mine and yet connected to something ancient and powerful inside me

Draven’s POV I looked at her for a minute and really thought about what she asked. And I didn't have an answer. Not a real one. Technically, she was right. She should wear my mark. The crown on her neck was my symbol of possession. I looked in the mirror again at the mark on my neck, at the delicate, impossible filigree of the wings. I turned back to Elena, placing my hand on her cheek. Her skin was warm, soft. "Love," I started, my voice low, "I'm really not sure what's going on. But if I had to guess…" "The council," she interrupted, her voice tight with a sudden panic. "What are they going to say?" She blurted it out, her eyes wide as she stared at the wings on my neck. "I mean, Draven," she rolled her eyes, a gesture of pure frustration, "you have wings on your neck." I couldn't help it. I smiled and nodded my head. Really, that was all I could think to do. I didn't have an answer. Not yet anyway. The situation was too far beyond anything I'd ever known, anything I'd ever bee

Unknown POV The timer on my microwave hit zero with a cheerful beep. I grabbed the plate before the sound had a chance to repeat, tossed a pizza roll into my mouth, and immediately regretted it. “Hot.” I talked around the mouthful anyway, waving my free hand in front of my face while I crossed the room. Five monitors stretched across the wall in front of my desk, each one displaying something different. One tracked network traffic. Another mapped connection routes. A third listed packet timestamps that most people wouldn’t know how to read if their life depended on it. The other two… Those were where the fun happened. I dropped into my chair, set the plate beside the keyboard, and cracked my knuckles. “All right, Ghost.” My fingers danced across the keys. “Where are you?” A dozen command windows sprang to life. Lines of code streamed down the screens faster than most people could read them. Numbers, IP addresses, encrypted tunnels, relay nodes… Beautiful. Most people looked at t

Elena’s POV The journal never left my hands. Even after everyone scattered to gather what little they needed, I still clutched it against my chest like it somehow held the answers to questions none of us knew how to ask. ‘The path has finally opened.’ Those words replayed over and over inside my head. The path to what? Was this the path it was talking about? A few minutes later, I stepped out of the building with my backpack slung over one shoulder and my laptop tucked securely beneath my arm. The journal rested inside the backpack now, zipped away where I knew exactly where it was. It was strange. A few days ago, I would’ve protected my laptop above everything else. Now… I wasn’t sure which one frightened me more. The black SUVs waited outside with their engines already running. The men were loading the last few bags while Darren leaned against the driver’s door, talking animatedly to Byron about something that made Byron rub his temples. “I’m just saying,” Darren argued, throwin

Elena’s POV Alright. I knew there would be confrontation when I got here but already. I tightened my grip on my backpack. It felt strange that everything I owned fit inside it. A few clothes. My laptop. My journal. A handful of personal things I’d grabbed before we left. Everything else… Everything else was still at the cabin. I hadn’t let myself think about it until now. Draven noticed my shoulders tense. Without a word, he took my hand. I looked at him. He offered the smallest smile. “You don’t have to carry the world on your shoulders today.” I tried to smile back. “I know.” Several members of his pack approached before stopping at a respectful distance. They bowed. “My King.” Draven acknowledged them with a nod before looking to an older woman near the front. Silver streaked through her neatly pinned brown hair, and gentle lines around her eyes suggested someone who smiled often. “Samantha.” He nodded towards her. She stepped forward. “My King.” “I’d like you to meet Elen