A Pack Of Their Own Novels & Stories

“Of course, they are not, our pack members refused. They aren’t willing to sacrifice themselves no matter the promises I made. Turns out that they have nothing to lose. But these ones, I found them from a pack in a different city, they are everything that we are not, except, the evil of course. “Their children need food and good shelter. They look like a group of lone wolves that came together to form a small park. I told them that we will get a suitable place for them or add them to ours since here is big enough to accommodate even two times the population here already.” William said.

" I took a deep breath, my voice growing stronger and more passionate. "So, let's make a pact to treat each other with kindness and compassion. Let's look out for one another, and lift each other up. Let's show the world what it means to be a true pack, a pack that stands together and fights for one another. A pack that is united, strong, and proud. Let's never forget that every member of our pack is precious, and deserves to be treated with dignity and respect. Let's never forget that we are all in this together, and that our strength lies in our unity."

“If you do have to come for her… don’t just keep her alive.” I frown. “Meaning?” “Give her a pack,” he says. “A real one.” I glance out the window again at my men, my family. “I can do that.” “I know,” Fang replies. “That’s why I called you.” The call ends not long after that. I lower the phone slowly, my reflection staring back at me in the dark glass of the window. The wolf beneath my skin is restless now, pacing hard, insistent. Somewhere out there is a woman who doesn’t know her world is about to burn.

They call us the Reject Pack which sums up exactly why we are overlooked. We don't belong to anyone anymore, even though by rights we should be part of the united wolf community, this new singular pack, we are bonded by location after all. We’re not though, they see us as cursed children and deny our mere existence, throwing us to the dark shaded side of the mountain so they don’t have to see us. This house is the only home we know now and the people who care for us do so in duty, but not love. They’re afraid we curse them by proximity.

We have been blessed with all these gifted witches to help keep this pack hidden from the outside world. Today we are a village hiding behind our barrier, completely hidden and safe. When we got a delivery after the truck have left we get the things by our trucks and this far no one has ever seen more than this warehouse. There are always some warriors outside our barrier and checking the surroundings for anything unusual. Not even the closest packs know we exist and I would like to keep it that way. Most of us know how it is to be left with nothing, and that makes this pack so special. We want the pack to work and everyone to feel loved and welcome. We help each other out and that makes us

Most importantly, I remember their faces, and I know how arrogant they are. I don't know if I should be grateful or not because at least the enemies don't attack this pack together. Even though they have the same goal of attacking this pack, of course, they don't want to share and want to prove which of them can destroy this pack. I won't let it. This pack will not be destroyed, and we will always stand firm because we are confident that peace will soon be held tightly to us and the door to peace is waiting for us in front of us.

“I stay alive for my pack. Is that not enough?” Bloodhound Pack. My Pack. We are not a large group of people but that's only because there's no need for us to be. We are vicious killers, people who have spent many years training for a moment in the world when it shows its weakness and we take forceful charge of the entire council, subduing others to our will.

It was deeper in tone than anyone on my team could have produced and I could see the unease register in both of the faces across from me. “My pack is made of wolves who are unique among us because they have been able to embrace the individual. Oh, they can work in concert with the best of us. But when push comes to shove, a tracker and a scout and a non-warrior are on their own. No pack members by their side to back them up. No one guaranteed to come to the rescue…`` Another loud yelp and whine caused an eruption of birds from the treetops.

Athena said in a serious tone, while going through every clause in her mind once again to see if she missed something or not. This file was a contract file from the neighbouring pack. The pack was relatively smaller than normal packs and very small in comparison to their pack. But the Pack's speciality is that they have very strong warriors. They recently faced a crisis and asked for their help. So, in the exchange of helping them, they decided to ask for their help with their warriors in future if there is any situation which needs them. That was a good deal.

Their journey back to the pack would be fraught with challenges, but they knew that their collective strength and unwavering commitment would guide them. As they stepped out of the realm and into the familiar surroundings of their home, they were greeted by the expectant faces of their pack members. It was a new beginning, a chapter filled with both uncertainty and hope. The destiny of their pack, now intertwined with the knowledge they carried, awaited its unfolding. And so, they embarked on the next phase of their journey, armed with wisdom, responsibility, and the unwavering bond that defined their pack. The echoes of their conversations continued, the threads of communication intertwinin