Later Novel Novels & Stories

I took a few steps backward, trying to get behind the other wolves, and secretly secured my face mask. I know it is impossible for him to recognize me; I was barely eight when we had left the pack, but Benjamin did, so I need to be careful. Daniel’s chest rumbled with a vicious growl and Johnson's companions tensed. Cain gave him a glare and addressed the newcomers. “I’m sorry. We don’t know what you are talking about. We are new to the area and made it our new territory. Do you have a claim on these lands?”

I followed Lucas back to Kane’s old den after we left our house. It was Full Moon Day. Wolves gathered beneath the glowing moon, their howls rising in harmony. Fireworks lit up the sky, drinks flowed freely, and laughter echoed through the mountains. The pack shimmered with life—joyful, wild, whole. In front of Kane’s grand mansion, lights flickered warmly. A strong, handsome wolf ran through the yard with a six-year-old pup chasing after him, their laughter ringing through the air.

No one wanted to follow a fallen Capo. I shook my head and continued working on the painting in front of me. Darrel turned his wedding band on his finger, a quiet gesture, before offering a comment. "He got what he deserved." I couldn't help but smile. To me, Soren was a lifetime ago. All that mattered now was the brush in my hand. A year later, my gallery had become one of the most renowned art spaces in New York. Darrel's businesses had all gone legitimate. We bought a house on Long Island, overlooking the ocean.