Deadliest Catch: Bloodline Novels & Stories

I could feel the pack members' eyes on me, their laughter and gossiping growing louder as Cindy continued to attack me with her words, giving her usual hundred reasons why I didn't deserve to be a member of the pack and making sure to include all my shortcomings. Just as she was about to deliver the final blow, the sound of the ceremonial drums echoed through the air, signaling the arrival of the Alpha's messenger. Alex Moongrave, the pack Beta, was always the one who delivered the message. Everyone in the pack feared him… but who wouldn't, though? He belonged to the NightWalker Bloodline, the strongest and most merciless wolves in the entire pack. And to make matters worse, he was a quiet a

As I fell into danger, Jake put up a fight, his limbs ripping. Despite being drenched in blood, he bolted toward me and pounded my attacker on the head. Blood spilled all over the concrete floor, either coming from Jake or the rogue. Anna let out a shriek. It was total mayhem. “Joey!” Anna shouted. Through the madness, a massive black wolf came charging from a distance with incredible speed. I knew that it was Joey, my aloof mate. It never crossed my mind that Joey had shared a mind link with Anna.

"I'm right behind you." I dropped from the bumper of the transport into the freezing mud, the impact sending a jolt of pure fire up my spine. I suppressed a groan, teeth grinding together so hard they clicked. On hands and knees, I began to crawl into the dark, narrow gap between two massive shipping crates, heading away from the gunfire. We had to survive. If we died here, Kovac's sacrifice and Elara's gamble meant absolutely nothing. Behind us, a massive explosion rocked the northern grid of the shipping yard, painting the rainy sky in brilliant, terrifying shades of orange and gold.

“That’s truly shameful, more so than a surname ever could be.” “Really?” he snapped. “So you think a pack trying to protect themselves by removing someone with an infamous past, is worse than having the same infamous surname as two different known killers? Really?” “You’re shaming me!” I exclaimed at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Aren’t I your mate? Aren’t you supposed to, oh, trust me?! What could I ever do to you?” There was a beat of silence. “Your father never killed his alpha, only his beta.”

He dropped without a single sound. The final guard turned, his eyes widening in absolute horror as he saw his partner neutralized by a shadow. He swung his rifle toward me, but I was already inside his guard. I twisted his arm, the distinct snap of his wrist echoing through the room, and drove my dagger straight into his chest, burying the willow-leaf crossguard against his sternum. He collapsed into the white carpet, his blood rapidly staining the pristine fabric a deep, violent crimson. I stood over the bodies, breathing softly, my fingers tightly gripping the blood-slicked hilt of the dagger.

Don held a pistol in his hand, his cruel smile visible even in the midst of the chaos. Without thinking, I dove for the gun. My fingers closed around the trigger. I didn’t care that I was in the midst of a brawl with Jake; I spun, aimed, and pulled the trigger. Bang! The shot ripped through the air, stopping Don Carlito mid-step. His mouth fell open in shock, then he collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut over Caspian, whose eyes were wide in disbelief. The bullet had gone clean through his back, straight into his heart.

“You just drank from me and stopped . You chose me. Choose me again...Please...” The basement door explodes inward. Three wolves fill the doorway, half-shifted, eyes glowing amber and furious. Barion steps forward first, massive, scarred, claws out. “Step away from the bloodsucker, little girl.” Adrian snarls so loud the walls shake, straining against the remaining chains. “Back off,” I warn, planting myself between them and Adrian. “He’s chained.” “For now,” Galeon growls, younger, hotter-headed, already circling. “That thing killed thirty of ours last year.”

Kaelen had heard that story before; it was taught in royal history, and it happened in the forest they visited that night. “They cursed our bloodline with their dying magic,” Darius continued. “A curse designed to destroy the Alpha line.” Kaelen shook his head. “That’s just a legend." “I believed the same thing,” Darius said quietly. “Until tonight.” He lifted his hand weakly. Dark veins pulsed beneath his skin. “The moment you left for the hunt… the sickness began.” Kaelen felt Ravok shift uneasily inside him. The forest, the wolf murmured.

The mutant sways and stumbles and then falls like a building crumbling to the ground. I look up, and everything is spinning. My father is kneeling. Liosha! he yells, crawling to me. “I’m okay…” I say weakly. “We did it…” Except I’m wrong. Because out of the shadows, someone appears. At first, I think it's another alpha.. It’s Carlos. Something is wrong. It almost feels like dread. He’s surrounded by darkness, as if he's carrying hundreds of souls. Black blood is dripping from his hands, and his eyes are red, not gold.