Exiles Jane Harper Novels & Stories

"Big talk for someone who just got here. You think you're gonna solve this in a week?" Jane turned to him, her voice cold. "No, Harris. But I plan to solve it before there's a sixth bride." The room went silent again, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air. As the briefing wrapped up, Garrison gave Jane a curt nod. "Good work, Michaels. Now get out there and start earning your keep." Jane stayed behind for a moment, staring at the whiteboard. The victims' faces stared back at her, their lifeless eyes frozen in time. Each one had a story, a life cut short by someone who saw them as nothing more than props in their twisted fantasy.

"We just got a cross-territory transfer order. Ms. Harper's files are gone. She... she became the Chief Healer of the Northern Pack this morning!" Julian froze. He took a step back. The North? That frozen wasteland three thousand miles away? "Impossible," Julian’s voice trembled. "She loves me. She said forever." But the truth was right there. A job like that took months to approve. Harper had planned this all along. Blind rage swallowed his mind. He ran back to the clinic and smashed Harper’s desk lock. He flipped through her hidden files. Harper working 72 hours straight to cure silver poisoning. Harper passing out from exhaustion. Harper fighting to save thirteen dying warriors and almost

"Look at her arrogant face! Are we going to let a selfish thief control our pack's lifeline? I propose we exile her immediately!" Exile. The absolute harshest punishment for a traitor. I ignored Sienna, who was acting like a clown, and looked at the core members of the Iron Moon pack. Elder David. I dragged him out from under a barrage of silver arrows during an enemy raid. Now, the respected elder stared at his empty glass as if studying its intricate patterns, entirely avoiding my gaze. Captain Mark. His top-tier combat gear was bought with my money. Mark lowered his head, saying absolutely nothing.

"Let me out of here you ....you arrgggh." screaming loudly I angrily fling the laptop on my table across my room, it hit the wall and then fell with a crash on the ground of my room. People would think I was just being unreasonable but that wasn't true and if I wanted to I had every right to be unreasonable. Like always, they were making me leave again to somewhere else probably because of what I did to Janice but within me I knew it wasn't that, I knew that they already arranged for me to leave the moment I returned I was lucky to have been allowed to spend up to a month here now it was time to go but I didn't want to, anywhere else would have been better but not to Caleb’s. Hell no I could

“Not exactly. I wasn’t kicked out for a crime against my coven if that’s what your asking.” “What forced you to leave then? And why did you need to get far away from them? Who are you running from?” I asked. I k ew I might have been pushing her too hard, but I needed to know. The temperature in the room suddenly dropped to freezing. Ice and frost began to creep along the walls. She was looking through me now, going to that place in her mind again. Whatever happened had given her some serious PTSD. “Marianna. Marianna, look at me.” I gently shook he shoulders. She was hyperventilating. I had to do something to snap her out of it.

Because wasn’t that what she was doing right now? Harper clapped his hands together, smug. “Beautiful, isn’t it? The way truth rips people apart faster than bullets.” Jax’s rage flared hot. He shoved Sienna gently behind him, stepping forward. “You want to dig up my past? Fine. But you don’t touch her again.” Harper’s eyes glittered. “On the contrary, Maddox. She’s the only reason you’re even still breathing. You think I wouldn’t gut you right here if she weren’t watching?”

Every instinct screamed at me to run in the opposite direction, to protect my unborn child. But Jamie's broken face haunted me. He had shown more courage and loyalty than grown wolves twice his size. I owed him everything. The abandoned factory loomed before me like a tomb, its broken windows staring down like hollow eyes. Rust stained the metal walls, and weeds grew through cracks in the concrete. It was the perfect place for Astrid to dispose of me without witnesses. I pushed through the heavy door, my heart hammering against my ribs. The stench of decay and mold filled my nostrils.

"From this day onward, the Moonstone Wolf pack will now be known as the Lone Star Wolf pack once more, and our ties with Silas have ended for good!" When I left, I could hear whispers behind me about what just happened. "Freya really is exiling him from the pack..." "He used to be such a powerful Alpha. What will happen to him if he joins another pack? Will he turn around and attack us?" "But Freya has made her stand quite clear…" Greta could be heard sobbing as she said, "What should we do now, Silas?" As everyone continued talking about it, I turned to leave. I wanted to see what a Rogue exiled from the pack would do with a stupid and weak she-wolf by his side. Would he be able to rise aga

Occasionally, I helped Dad organize papers in his study. Life was so leisurely, I almost forgot the pain of the past. Months later, news arrived that Freya had given birth in the dungeon. The excessive silver exposure had damaged her body, and she died of infection soon after. Hunter, exiled and relentlessly tortured by Damien, eventually couldn’t take it anymore. He took his own life. Both of the people who had wronged me received their due punishment. Finally, my heart felt unburdened, utterly free. Yet Damien began visiting my home more and more.

The cost was still too close, the pain too fresh. Instead, I said, “Get up. We have work to do.” The crowd broke apart, voices rising. Rowan’s wolves started packing up. Dara spoke quietly to her guards, her words short and clear. The Exiles slipped back into the trees, their silver eyes lingering on me, a silent promise to hold me to my word. Jax found me in the chaos. “You did it, Lil,” he said, voice thick. “I knew you would.” I hugged him, hard. “We did it. But it’s not over.”