Gregor The Overlander Novels & Stories

My heart is pounding in my ears and I can't even hear my own thoughts clearly. This was a bad idea. A bad idea. "Hunt," I said softly, rubbing my thumb against his hand. "I don't know what to say," he said. "So now you're with the rogues and you believe everything they say." "Hunt, I think they can help me. I'm not saying I believe them. They said they aren't the only rogues in the area. They just stuck together because they are hybrid and they've been kicked out from their old packs."

"I try to use it as often as I can to build up strength, but it's hard with all the rogue attacks on the pack lately, I can't afford to be weakened." "Are rogues attacking often?" I ask, taking his hand as we begin to walk back to the pack house. Jamie shrugs, "yeah, we believe they are trying to overrun packs, maybe to gain the land themselves, who knows." I look around, realising that we are alone. "Where did Anton go?" "some wolves have been spotted entering our territory, he's gone with some warriors to check it out." Jamie says slowly, as though he doesn't want me to know.

Whatever was going through her mind was cold and cruel. "Real soon," Connor added as he walked out of the house and joined his sister. I gave them one last wave and they walked away from our house to do what needed to be done while I turned my attention back to Luca and the new guy who was in our living room now. "Who were they?" Luca asked monotonously. "Just friends," I shrugged. "They were rogues. They shouldn't have been in the territory," Luca growled. He may have been my sister's Third in Command but that didn't give him the right to go all wolf on my ass. Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself.

As he was in the doorway with the knob in his hand, he turned his head. “I'll just say this once, Saga. Don't you dare help those two families any deeper. The girl you're looking for is Hugo Supernova's prey. She is a holy blooded wolvire.” Saga gasped, his eyes staring at his father without blinking. Mrs. Adrian stood up and said, “You don't need to worry anymore because INDICENT must have helped them. Just shut up and don't get into trouble. We don't want anything to happen to you, all right?”

But now, after years of suffering and indignity, they had had enough. Their leader, a grizzled and scarred wolf named Gregor, stood before them, his voice a low growl as he addressed the gathered rogues. His eyes glowed with a mix of fury and desperation, emotions that had been simmering for years, now ready to boil over.

He laughed again as she forced a grin. "So I gave him those books to have a look at" Gregor's countenance suddenly changed as he stared down at the table. "He has become a regular since he returned from the black woods. He always wants to know more about the wolves" he spoke, not looking up at her. "He seems to have lost a lot of memories since he returned from the black woods" the frown on his face deepened. "That's a pity" Kira said, just to make him feel she was engrossed with what he was saying.

Specifically. "Stand down," Liam orders his wolves. To Gregor he says, "State your business." Gregor doesn't answer immediately. He looks past the Alphas. Past the warriors. His eyes find me on the porch. Old eyes. Haunted. Full of guilt and something that looks like grief. Then he does something that makes every wolf in the territory freeze. He kneels. Not a crouch. Not a bow. He drops to both knees in the dirt in front of Alpha Marcus. In front of Liam. An Alpha. Kneeling.

He yelled as he commanded his driver. "Yes Sir." As he quickly went to his car while Alexander followed him. His heart was beating crazy right now. He couldn't believe this bullshit was happening. It was the main headquarter of the Black Wolf's Clan for fucks sake! Where the hell they got the information of their den? The traitor was going to pay for it! His driver broke the speed limit and in no time they were able to get back at northside. Alexander quickly got out from the car and stared the horrible scene before him. The Grand Mansion that was covered with thick, vivid trees and grasses had now turned into ashes with a large crater on it. In the crater laid the thousand, burnt bodies of

"She doesn't have ten minutes." Aaron, wait— Ash's voice in his mind, sharp with command. But Aaron was already moving. The last thought he had before Gregor surged forward and the shift took him was simple, clear, and absolute: I'm going to kill them all. The forest exploded into chaos. Aaron hit the ground running, his shift completing mid-leap as bone and sinew reformed with brutal efficiency. Gregor surged forward with a roar that shattered the night—primal, possessive, enraged. The sound rolled through the trees like thunder, and the rogues scattered like startled crows, their lazy confidence evaporating as two hundred pounds of Alpha wolf descended upon them.

To Damon. Before I could move, the undergrowth behind me rustled. I whirled around. Old Gregor was there, having moved with a werewolf’s silent speed. His weathered face showed no surprise, only a deep, weary caution. His eyes flicked past me to the soft earth near the cave mouth, where a single, clear paw print—larger than any natural wolf’s, with a distinctive notch on one pad—was pressed into the mud. He didn’t speak. He simply knelt and, with a swift, practiced motion, used the edge of his hand to smear the print into oblivion. He rose, dusting his palms on his trousers, and finally met my terrified gaze.