A Pack Of Their Own Novels & Stories

“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.

I met his stare with an equally blank, expressionless look, refusing to let him get under my skin. "Not everything needs to be announced to the public," I replied coolly. "Some things are better kept secret. We’re not like other packs, always shouting about our achievements." A flicker of amusement crossed his face, almost as if he’d been waiting for me to say that. "You’re right," he shot back sharply, his tone laced with mockery. "Take my pack, for example. We are loud about our achievements—very loud. And nothing can stop us from doing that."

And it's official," Mama said, his eyes twinkling with pride as he looked at AJ and me. "Your pack is officially called Moonlit Haven." A surge of excitement washed over me as I glanced over at my mate, AJ, whose stunned expression mirrored my own disbelief. For months now, we had been discussing the idea of starting our own pack, and now it seemed like a dream come true.

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.

“We’re pack. The napkin is ours. You handed it to me, so I’ll keep it until someone needs a trade or you need it back or a pup or an elder wants it or whatever. I’m holding it.” “So, as you see it, the napkin belongs to you?” “Us.” They are so dense. It’s like they weren’t raised in a pack, but I guess, in a way, they weren’t. The nobs live in human compartments in human buildings and spend their days doing human things. “So everything in your backpack there, you don’t consider it as belonging to you?” “I’m holding it.” “Is that a yes or a no?” “It belongs to the pack, so yes, it’s mine.”

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.

Respect. And the beginning of a new pack for them.