Iron Lake Novels & Stories

"Would you tell me where?" "Nope" Misha said, still flashing her perfect smile "Now go darling, and remember, it stays between us that you found something like this first!" It had not really surprised Raven that the next day the family took a lot of pictures and nearly forgot to take with her, until Misha of course, reminded them. And Misha always got away with whatever she wanted, she was the family's red wolf as it was their family's wolf colour. And Raven was the black one, in every literal way.

“We’ve been made aware of some she wolves going missing. From some of the North packs.” And because she is so fast she gets it instantly. Her eyebrows go up in surprise. “Including my old pack?” she asks. “Yes and the two neighbouring packs.” I confirm “Who?” she asks looking worried. “We got the names yesterday. From the Golden Harvest Pack was Mary Jameson, Lila Munroe and Reeva Varik” I tell her. Honesty is best. I wondered if she knew either of them but the look of distress on her face and the way she clutched my arm tells me she does.

The scar left by the Covenant’s cursed dagger pulsed beneath my tunic, a quiet reminder of the war that loomed ahead. Beside me, Ryker rode in silence, his golden eyes fixed on the distant fortress carved into the mountainside. Ironclaw Keep. Which is cold, impenetrable, and unforgiving. Much more like its Alpha. “They’re watching us,” I murmured. “Let them.” Ryker answered, his lips curving slightly. “Ironclaw wolves don’t welcome outsiders.” I said, exhaling slowly. “Good,” he replied. “Neither do we.”

j " Beta what the hell was that attack from. There hasn't a attacks in 4 years." " Yes Alpha. I have connected the Delta so far there has been attacks that have spread from Texas toward the pack. So far we haven't found anything that could connect Rose to it all." replied T.j

I said, then turned back to my plate to eat. “That’s right…Lunar Lake is on your property. That’s the watering hole for the wolves. You might want to stay clear of that part of the property.” Sherry bought out more fish and placed it in front of us, but I just stared at the basket. “It’s an all-you-can-eat fish fry,” Tyler said as he took two pieces of fish from the basket and placed them on his plate.

She had the cleanse the area of the evil that surrounded it given the brutal nature of the jock’s murder. The witch ducked under the police tape that cornered off the tree and the space next to it where Bryce’s truck had been parked. She tried to ignore painful twinge in her heart when she saw the blood stains on the ground and bark. She set down the bag, opened it up and took out a couple of white candles plus a bundle of sage. Lena placed the candles be the tree and ignited them with the word “ignis”. She then set the herb bundle alight too, letting it smoulder for a minute before she blew the flames out.

CHAPTER 72: THE CRADLE OF IRON The Grey-Rig loomed out of the Atlantic mist like a rusted iron god. A relic of the old oil era, it had been repurposed by the "Dormant" underground as a black-site for mercury smuggling. Now, it was our only sanctuary. The Silver Swan bumped against the barnacle-encrusted pylons with a heavy, metallic groan that vibrated through my teeth.

Ironflame was the largest and most powerful pack in the Northern continent, and our pack, Shadowmoon, was one of its vassals. According to the stories, the crown alpha had long, jet-black hair, a sun-tanned complexion, deep hazel eyes, and a body that even the Lycan gods would envy. He was renowned as a skilled warrior, best known for defeating an army of rogues single-handedly at the cliff of shadows. The crown alpha was an impressive heir to his equally strong Alpha father, Alpha Ragnar, known as the Ironwolf. No wonder he was popular among young teenage wolves like Maddie.

"The more the merrier." We run at breakneck speed until we get to the river. We shift back to our human forms, grab some shorts from the lockbox at the edge of the woods, and sit on the river bank. The river has a high iron content which makes the water turn red with rust. It looks like blood, hence the Blood River pack name. Not nearly as ominous as the rumors would have you think. "So break it down for me, Bronx. What's her deal?" Reggie asks. I light a cigarette and explain everything I am able to piece together from Lenora, the Silver Moon pack, what happened while I was at their packhouse, and what the doctors said.

I go where the Blood River is calm and creates a small swimming hole. The water is mixed with chunks of red ice. Iron deposits under the water make the river look like blood. In the winter, the iron concentrates and the mud turns red too. I stand on the bank and let my paws sink into the frosty crimson muck. Oh, yeah. This gives me an idea.