Caleb Pack Death Novels & Stories

Evan squeezed harder, making Carmen cough. "Die!" "Do you really want me dead? Don't you want to know where Lyra's head is?" Carmen used the last of her strength to say this. Evan froze for a moment before slowly releasing his grip. After a while, Carmen got up and opened the fridge. There were two glass jars inside with my head and kidney both soaking in formaldehyde.

Zack was on the floor, holding Caleb, his face white with terror. "Fight it, Caleb! Stay with me!" Zack was crying now. Raw, ugly sobs. The shift looked like a slaughter. Caleb’s skin seemed to glow with a sickly silver light, and then, with one final, agonizing crack, the boy was gone. In his place stood a wolf.

Alpha Henry even forbid it like I was some plague that the entire pack members must stay away from. Caleb has been dead for two years now. I have never heard from the Blue Pack since then. But why are they showing up in my life again? What do they need from me this time? I still can't figure it out. However, if Conri asked for their help finding me, what did Conri promise them?

His cheeks tense as he tries hard to bite down his smirk. He killed Caleb just to get back at me. Because he thinks he’s GOD and everyone is disposable. I knew Caleb for seventy hours, but he was the closest I had to Selene. And now he’s gone, like everyone who cares for me. The Velvet Boys flock in: tear-rimmed eyes, blank faces, bowed to Tristan. “Pakhan,” one of them said. “I won’t question your decision or authority. But if his authority permits us to bury our own in—”

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE | CALEB KING NATHAN He is alive. Caleb King is alive. Fuck! “It can't be right, he can't possibly be alive. You killed him, we destroyed the Crest City Pack. How can he still..." Lucinda trails off. Her face scrunch up, trying to remember something. Something that we probably missed two years ago. “I saw Nathan rip the bastard's heart off, he is dead," Caleb says. The look on his face says it all.

I remembered the way he’d sacrificed everything to get me here. "No," I said. "Then you die with him," my mother said. She shifted. It was a blur of violence. She didn't grow. She exploded into a white-furred nightmare, larger than any of the others. She let out a roar that silenced the forest. The pack moved in, a circle of gold eyes closing the gap. "Back to back?" I asked Caleb. "Until the end," he answered. We moved as one. The first two wolves died before they could land a hit. I caught one in mid-air, my jaws closing around its spine. Crunch. It went limp. Caleb disemboweled the second with a swift, brutal swipe of his hind claws.

“Do you Ptakkagaris know anything at all? The Mekai is a dangerous liquid that ends our immortally as descendants of the gods. The one thing that can kill all gods forever is the She rushed to the cot and touched his hand, “Caleb! Caleb are you okay? Can you hear me?” He cracked an eye open. “Miss Storm…” his teeth nearly chattered as he spoke. “You need to go without me. Take Noah with you.” “Not a chance…” “You have delayed long enough. Three days is enough time for the pack to get over your reborn, if you delay any longer they will regroup and attack and attacking you a second time will be deadly.” “You have to much clarity for someone on death’s door,” Carl suddenly cut in. “Carl can you

Wolves shifted, some moving closer to him instinctively. Caleb’s eyes found mine first. Something passed between us understanding, maybe. Shared survival. Then he looked at Vax. “You don’t sit in my seat,” Caleb said. His voice was weak but steady. Vax didn’t move. “You were declared dead.” “Clearly…” Caleb took another painful step forward. “That was premature.” The room erupted in whispers. Vax raised his hand. Silence fell immediately. “You’re injured,” Vax said calmly. “Weakened. You can barely stand, much less lead this pack.”

I could see blood dropping from his torn up armor which meant he wasn't all healed up. "How did you--" Before I could complete my words, Caleb pulled out the sword from the dead warriors head. I had expected the dead warrior to fall to the ground dead but instead, it roared and turned to Caleb, its one eyes glowing red with rage. It spun the spear that it was holding in the air and used the butt to hit Cakes in the chest, sending him to the ground. "Caleb O'Neal, son of Gerald O'Neal, former gamma to the Crimson Moon pack," the dead warrior said as it walked over to where Caleb laid. "You always seem to be in my way of plans. But now, I am going to end your miserable life."

This was a battle to the death. She assumed that, if Caleb had not learned that Alfred was one of the killers, he would have let him live, barely, just to make the point that Diana was his and no other's. Then Alfred could heal and come back to run the pack, if another hadn’t taken it over. But Alfred and his companions in crime warranted the death sentence, and Caleb would mete it out if he could.