A Pack Of Their Own Novels & Stories

And in the silence, I feel like I'm running mad. Because I've thought about it and it simply makes no sense. What could the Redstone pack, the pack of immense ridiculous wealth, want with a pack like mine, so bad that they wanted to use the Night pack to get it…. and when that failed, now makes him push to strip small packs of their autonomy? Each pack has the right to make decisions for themselves, and I don't know if Alpha Caius will be successful in taking that power away from us, but it makes me wonder, is there something in my pack he wants?

I ordered them. Pack of useless wolves, I spoke under my breath.

I guess we are, in a way. “You know they are right. We have formed our own pack.” Reece says. “Yeah, and our pack could take over all the other packs. Considering who the alphas are.” I point out. “At least no one will fuck with our pack,” Donte adds.

Of course, their origin story was something that only the pack knew, but I had a handful of knowledge about them. Say one: they were poor. They used most of their incomes to get themselves more equipped for battle. They destroyed packs, they killed people, and instead of acquiring reasonable things, they went for the temporary ones. None of them were farmers, traders, nor business owners; they were killers, savages, and they were a close-knit pack.

The pack members took turns recounting their own experiences, each tale filled with excitement and laughter. Orien, standing tall and proud, addressed the pack with a heartfelt speech. "My fellow packmates," he began, his voice carrying a sense of reverence and admiration, "today we have witnessed the power of loyalty, bravery, and the unbreakable bond that holds us together. Wade and Harriet have shown us the true meaning of resilience and trust. Let their journey serve as a reminder that we are stronger when we stand united." The pack erupted into cheers and applause, their voices echoing through the night. It was a moment of unity and celebration, a reaffirmation of our shared purpose and

His grim expression made that possibility all too real. Many packs had tried to claim our wonderous pack but all failed. We never dealt with more than one pack at a time. Our people were more than capable of protecting themselves. Plus, we had plenty of additional help. Would it be enough if six or seven large packs came after us? My eyes landed on the image of my pups, and it sent a surge of determination through me. ‘Nobody threatens our people, pack, Mate, Kitty, or pups,’ Tyre growled out.

“Okay, lead the way.” Quinn walked in front, forcing confidence in each of her steps until they made it to the marketplace. “Our pack is small, but we grow our own food and sell it both to the people of our pack and others. We also trade food for weapons, it is an attribute of ours, we use it to coax other packs into trusting and forming an alliance with us. Thus, this is our marketplace and the people here are mostly farmers.” “Nice and creative…we don’t really plant on our land, like most packs, we buy food in bulk and distribute it.”

“Why couldn’t you fair plant a cultivate? Take up knitting?” The picture of a bunch of macho guys accumulated around the sitting room clicking their needles with a roll of yarn at their feet nearly made him giggle out boisterous. “Wolves are pack creatures, and so are werewolves. The pack works together. Lives together. They do everything together. A wolf without a pack won’t final exceptionally long, and those that do are a few difficult ass mother fuckers.” “You’re not telling me anything I don’t as of now know.”

“What’s the name of your pack?” “Rogue Pack,” I say with pride. Her face falls and she says, “Aren’t you a bunch of wolves banding together, pretending to be one big happy family?”

The truth was, while they argued, I had taken a moment to consider it. To be honest… staying under the same roof with Pa had already become suffocating. At least away from the pack, I would finally have of freedom, space where I could breathe, where he wouldn’t constantly hover over me, reminding me of my Mates and his disappointment at the Moon Goddess for what he called her cruel joke.